Nothing is more fatal to happiness than the remembrance of happiness.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.
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.
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!
To revive sorrow is cruel.
I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.
O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure
So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
