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Two things scare me. The first is getting hurt. But that's not nearly as scary as the second, which is read more
Two things scare me. The first is getting hurt. But that's not nearly as scary as the second, which is losing.
Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to read more
Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to sip at ease beside the fire. If the traveler has vintaged well, he need trouble to wander no longer; the ruby moments glow in his glass at will.
For some life lasts a short while, but the memories it holds last forever.
For some life lasts a short while, but the memories it holds last forever.
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.
I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.
When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a read more
When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a bank account of shared memories. It’s not that you refer to them constantly. In fact, for people who do not live in the past, you almost never say, Do you remember that night we...? But you don’t have to. That is the best of all. You know that the other person does remember. Thus, the past is part of the present as long as the other person lives. It is better than any scrapbook, because you are both living scrapbooks.
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
