Cherished Recollections Quotes

...The silent reminiscence of hardships departed, is sweeter than the presence of delight.

Memories just get richer with time.

Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.

I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine.

I like to have memories of a place. It brings something extra. I'm not even sure what it is. I mean, it's the same part of it as I like using friends in small parts or people I know or my doorman.

Memories have to be our most painful blessing.

The stories of childhood leave an indelible impression, and their author always has a niche in the temple of memory from which the image is never cast out to be thrown on the rubbish heap of things that are outgrown and outlived.

And even if these scenes from our youth were given back to us we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them; we might remember and love them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.

Memories mean more to me than dresses.

It is said that God gave us memory so we could have roses in winter. But it is also true that without memory we could not have self in any season. The more memories you have, the more you have. That is why, as Swift said, No wise man ever wished to be younger.

Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how — these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.

It was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.

Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?

What is a family, after all, except memories? Haphazard and precious as the contents of a catch-all drawer in the kitchen.

Looking back, you can romanticize the things you did back then. I also like talking about the stupid things I've done.

Remembrances last longer than present realities.