Quotes About Memory



And, when the stream
Which overflowed the soul was passed away,
A consciousness remained that it had left,
Deposited upon the silent shore
Of memory, images and precious thoughts
That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
_The Excursion, Bk. VII_. W. WORDSWORTH.

I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
_Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

This memory brightens o'er the past,
As when the sun concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs,
Shines on a distant field.
_A Gleam of Sunshine_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends;
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,
It shall be still thy true love's recompense.
_Richard II., Act ii. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

The sweet remembrance of the just
Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.

When he shall hear she died upon his words,
Th' idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life
Shall come apparelled in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate, and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she lived indeed.
_Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Thou, thou alone, shall dwell forever.
And still shall recollection trace
In fancy's mirror, ever near,
Each smile, each tear, upon that face--
Though lost to sight, to memory dear.
_Though Lost to Sight, to Memory Dear_. T. MOORE.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy,
While sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.
_Doge of Venice_. LORD BYRON.

Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
_The Grave_. R. BLAIR.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act i. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
_Old Dobbin_. R. COOK.

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
_Walking with God_. W. COWPER.

While memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain.
_Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

The leaves of memory seem to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
_The Fire of Driftwood_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

My memory now is but the tomb of joys long past.
_The Giaour_. LORD BYRON.

Remembrance and reflection how allied!
What thin partitions sense from thought divide!
_Essay on Man, Epistle I_. A. POPE.

And memory, like a drop that night and day
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
_Lalla Rookh_. T. MOORE.

Of all affliction taught the lover yet,
'T is sure the hardest science to forget.
_Eloisa to Abélard_. A. POPE.

Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
How often must it love, how often hate.
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
Conceal, disdain,--do all things but forget.
_Eloisa to Abélard_. A. POPE.

To live with them is far less sweet
Than to remember thee!
_I saw thy form_. T. MOORE.

The heart hath its own memory, like the mind
And in it are enshrined
The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought
The giver's loving thought.
_From my Arm-chair_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.


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