There is pleasure in calm remembrance of a past sorrow.
a kind of memory that tells us that what we're now striving for was once nearer and truer and attached to us with infinite tenderness. Here all is distance, there it was breath. After the first home the second one seems draughty and strangely sexed.
Remembrance of our kiss brings not your lips nor mine to mind. The flesh can only envy consumption so divine.
It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.
So in the heart, When, fading slowly down the past, Fond memories depart, And each that leaves it seems the last; Long after all the rest are flown, Returns a solitary tone,— The after-echo of departed years,— And touches all the soul to tears.
We both know what memories can bring / They bring diamonds and rust.
Sing Me no songs tell me no tales cry me no tears, but remember me kindly.
