There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
Perfect little dream, The kind that hurts the most.
I decided with my head to move to Liverpool, but my heart was full of tears. I spent two special years in Rome. My daughter was born there, and I have a lot of friends there outside of football.
...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
I'm incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn't want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I'd never experienced it.
He would remember their kiss forever. She wouldn’t recall him at all.’ (Wulf)
Nostalgia is a powerful feeling; it can drown out anything.
Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
I feel this pang of regret whenever I watch sport; this sense that I will never play a big match again.
Nostalgia locates desire in the past where it suffers no active conflict and can be yearned toward pleasantly.
The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.
Performing my father's songs at the Led Zeppelin O2 reunion concert in 2007 was an honor that I will forever remember as one of the most bittersweet, yet greatest nights of my life.
My time with my father would be very meaningful, but also very short.
When had Eden grown up? I feel like I blinked and missed it.
I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.
There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
