Painful Recollections Quotes

In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

What was hard to suffer is sweet to remember.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affection. The more intense the delight in the presence of the object, the more poignant must be the impression of the absence.

The world shrieks and sinks talons into our hearts. This we call memory.

With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.

I suppose we all have our recollections of our earlier holidays, all bristling with horror.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

What beastly incidents our memories insist on cherishing, the ugly, and the disgusting; the beautiful things we have to keep diaries to remember.

Every family has bad memories.

Now those memories come back to haunt me they haunt me like a curse.

Long afterward, many would remember those two days in the first week of October with vividness and anguish.

At a certain point memory becomes a beach strewn with landmines, all life’s many losses buried in those sands.

The past was suddenly rushing in on me in a way I found hard to fight.

Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost?

Imagine trying to relive your worst break-up, your worst fight, the most painful death of a loved one, and just really relive it step by step, and bring it up and apply it to the scene you're in.

There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.