Painful Memory Quotes

The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

I more remember the periods of time when I wasn't getting any auditions. That's more what I find painful in memory; that feeling of not even getting the chance to try and be rejected.

Last good pratfall I did, I broke bones in both hands. I still feel it when people shake my hand.

The first time I ever beat my brother was the end of my junior year. At the end of the match, he tried to throw me, and I took him to his back and pinned him. Instead of simply losing, he bit me in the chest.

Losing my mum. That was a punch-me moment.

The man who offers an insult writes it in sand, but for the man who receives it, it's chiseled in bronze.

Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest.

Vengeance is having a videotape planted in your soul that cannot be turned off. It plays the painful scene over and over again inside your mind...And each time it plays you feel the clap of pain again...Forgiving turns off the videotape of pained memory Forgiving sets you free.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.

After I saw the first thing I ever did, I got a migraine.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

Ireland and its people have much to be proud of. Yet every land and its people have moments of shame. Dealing with the failures of our past, as a country, as a Church, or as an individual is never easy. Our struggle to heal the wounds of decades of violence, injury and painful memory in Northern Ireland are more than ample evidence of this.

My mother passed in 2002. That was a blow like no other blow.

Seeing my dad crying is the worst.

The most demeaning experience any country ever had to bear.

No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.

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?

My most defining moment was the death of my mother.

The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now.

I saw thee ne'er before; I see thee never more; But love, and help, and pain, beautiful one, Have made thee mine, till all my years are done.