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“All you need to get by in this world is the memory of love”
― Kamand Kojouri

“If the idea of death during this period had, as we have seen, cast a gloom over love, the memory of love had for a long time now helped me not to be afraid of death. For I understood that dying was not something new but quite the reverse, that since my childhood I had already died a number of times.”
― Marcel Proust, Time Regained

“There is nothing more agonising than the memory of good times when you are going through a difficult period in life. Life moves in only one direction - forward, but the memoirs of years gone by keep on haunting one’s soul till the time one is alive. Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon’s knife.”
― Anurag Shourie

“Our relationships, in life and in memories, have gifted us with experiences of love... as long as we live, love lives on in us.”
― Lisa Irish, Grieving - the Sacred Art: Hope in the Land of Loss

“So permeating is your being
knowing no limits,
Yet a rose of decency blossoming
in the wild recklessness.”
― Harshita Gottipati, Born A Free Spirit

“Of course, we miss what we choose to remember.”
― K. Eltinaé, The Moral Judgement of Butterflies

“Could you really be expected to..." she paused, searching for the word.
"Pleasure?" He offered, amiably.
"Entertain. All three of them?"
He began dealing the cards again. "Yes."
"How?"
He looked up at her, and offered her a wolfish grin. "Would you really like me to answer that?"
Her eyes widened. "Uhm... no."
He laughed then, a deep, rumbling laugh unlike anything she'd ever heard from him, and she was stunned by the way it transformed him. His face was immediately lighter, his eyes brighter, his frame more relaxed. She couldn't help but smile back at him, even as she admonished, "You're enjoying my discomfort."
"Indeed I am, Empress."
She blushed. "You shouldn't call me that."
"Why not? You were named for an empress, were you not?"
She closed her eyes and gave a mock shudder. "I prefer not to be reminded of the hideous name."
"You should embrace it," he said, forthrightly. "You're one of the few women I've met who could live up to such a name."
"You've said that before," she said.
He turned a curious look on her. "I have?"
She met his eyes and immediately regretted bringing up the decade-old memory, so insignificant to him- so very meaningful to her.”
― Sarah MacLean, Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake

“Szívem, édesem
Annyira hiányzol
Hogy mindegyik álmom
Egyetlen egyedül rólad rólad szól

Szól a csíkos viragos ruhádról
S lerakom a fejem bárhova
Amit alatta érzem nyugtató
Amit belélegzem a nyár illata”
― Friend of mine

“We will be no more than a past shadow;
A soft memory, we will move on from;
Naught but a familiar dream, this I know.
O, but my love for thee will never cease
For thou hast giv’n me, of thee, one sweet piece.”
― Kelleen Goerlitz, The Complete Works of a Lost Girl

“Birdie was up before dawn. She’d left her window open all night, and the orchard had filled her room with the smells of swelling green peaches, shaggy pecan bark, and magnolia leaves. Birdie wasn’t sure why, but it was all mixed up with the memory of jacarandas, dry sand, cactus, cayenne, cinnamon.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, The Secrets of Peaches