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“Sometimes, I miss so much the person that I was before the world tore me up in so many places. If only "they" could have just let me stay that way.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“...and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the last humble tenements of the village, without a saddened heart. Scenes had passed in Uppercross which made it precious. It stood the record of many sensations of pain, once severe, but now softened; and of some instances of relenting feeling, some breathings of friendship and reconciliation, which could never be looked for again, and which could never cease to be dear. She left it all behind her, all but the recollection that such things had been.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“Somewhere out there are people who still know her poems, who've hidden scraps of them away in the folds of their minds before setting match to the papers of their hands. He will find them. He will ask them what they remember. He will piece together their recollections, fragmentary and incomplete though they may be, mapping the holes of one against the solid patches of another. And in this way, piece by piece, he will set her back down on paper again.”
― Celeste Ng, Our Missing Hearts

“Nostalgia is a bittersweet emotion; it entails the act of recalling complicated memories of bygone days.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Silent remembering is a form of prayer. No fragrance is more enchanting to re-experience than the aromatic bouquet gleaned from inhaling the cherished memories of our pastimes. We regularly spot elderly citizens sitting alone gently rocking themselves while facing the glowing sun. Although these sun worshipers might appear lonely in their state of serene solitude, they are not alone at all, because they deeply enmesh themselves in recalling the glimmering memories of days gone by. Marcel Proust wrote “In Search of Time Lost,â€� “As with the future, it is not all at once but grain by grain that one savors the past.â€� Test tasting the honeycombed memories of their bygone years, a delicate smile play out on their rose thin lips. The mellow tang of sweet tea memories â€� childhood adventures, coming of age rituals, wedding rites, recreational jaunts, wilderness explorations, viewing and creating art, literature, music, and poetry, sharing in the mystical experiences of life, and time spent with family â€� is the brew of irresistible intoxicants that we all long to sip as we grow old. The nectar mashed from a collection of choice memories produces a tray of digestible vignettes that each of us lovingly roll our silky tongues over. On the eve of lying down for the last time in the stillness of our cradled deathbeds, we will swaddle ourselves with a blanket of heartfelt love and whisper a crowning chaplet of affection for all of humanity. After all, we been heaven blessed to take with us to our final resting place an endless scroll amassing the kiss soft memories of time yore.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“We must treasure our memories just as we cherish our dreams because without dreams and memory human life would be sad, brutal, and meaningless.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Through these uncharted roads,
I hope to escape my recollections;
I am so tired of seeing signboards,
and following the same directions.”
― Akash Mandal

“Someone, someday will ask who I was. And someone, someday will answer by saying, “Well, look at what he didâ€�. And what I hope I ‘didâ€� was to leave behind a really good answer.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“When Rachel asks him about days before his life as a Wolff, he will scowl and fidget and so she learns to wait for his recollections and, because it is so difficult for him, she will listen without speaking, collecting the pieces of his past painstakingly like a jigsaw maker, or a batsman accumulating runs, in awe of the impossible distance between a sliver of blue and a great sky, between three runs and a century, between a shard of memory and memory itself.”
― Emma Richler, Be My Wolff

“A forgotten past is a past that is yet to be. A forgotten history is a memory missing from our collective conscience. An incomplete history is like an incomplete mind that has forgotten who it is and where it came from.”
― A.E. Samaan

“I close my eyes and hear wind rushing through palm trees again. And then laughter. The scene is foggy at first, and then it comes into sharp focus. I am standing in a kitchen. It's one of those big, well-appointed spaces you see in magazines, but this one is well loved, not just staged. A cake bakes in the oven. Carrot. There are matches and a box of birthday candles at the ready by the stove. Stan Getz's smoky-sweet saxophone filters from a speaker somewhere nearby. I'm stirring a pot of marinara sauce; a bit has splattered onto the marble countertop, but I don't care. I take a sip of wine and sway to the music. A little girl giggles on the sofa. I don't see her face, just her blond ponytail. And then warm, strong arms around my waist as he presses his body against me. I breathe in the scent of rugged spice, fresh cotton, and love.”
― Sarah Jio, All the Flowers in Paris

“It was to emphasise the unity of humanity with nature and our need to accept ourselves as part of a larger continuum of life in this world.”
― R. Ogilvie Crombie, Meeting Fairies: My Remarkable Encounters with Nature Spirits

“Para sentir la muerte, es preciso imaginar las horas en que necesitamos al muerto. Entonces hace falta. Imaginar la hora en que él nos hubiera necesitado. Pero ya no nos necesita. Imaginar la hora de la visita amistosa. Y descubrir que está vacía. Es preciso ver la vida en perspectiva. Pero no hay perspectiva ni espacio el día del entierro. El muerto está aun en pedazos. El día del entierro, nos dispersamos en pataleos, en manos de amigos, verdaderos o falsos, que hay que estrechar, en preocupaciones materiales. El muerto solo morirá mañana, en el silencio.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Piloto de guerra

“In their recollections dreams and life acquire an oddly merging egality.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger

“She was obsessed, isolated, locked within herself, in feverish pursuit. She knew that something disastrous was happening to her, that possibly she was going mad, and she knew also that if she ceased for one moment to think about Steven, to carry him with her in her head, she might lose him. He was dead; he only existed in recollection; when recollection ceased even that tenuous existence would be gone. A name, no more. Like the host of names on the white tombstones of Bunhill Fields burial ground; the silent army beneath the soil.”
― Penelope Lively, Perfect Happiness

“That, dear friend, is because nobody is more worthy than yourself."

He took a quill, wrote the name of d'Artagnan in the commission, and returned it to him.

"I shall then have no more friends," said the young man. "Alas! nothing but bitter recollections."

And he let his head sink upon his hands, while two large tears rolled down his cheeks.

"You are young," replied Athos; "and your bitter recollections have time to change themselves into sweet remembrances.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers

“We measure time through a mental framework trussed with two major stakes: memory and expectation. Memory is that spottiness that takes place behind the eyes: memory takes place in the cloistered theater that houses diffused still pictures. We file mental pictures that encapsulate our prior life into mental shelves for a wayward librarian to cull through and forward select recollection to the recall center whenever summoned. Expectations arise from thoughtful consideration of our future prospects in life.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Our essential humanity is dependent upon humankind’s ability to join the past and the future with the present. Recollections and future projections grant us the ability to cogitate, analyze, and evaluate. Contrasting memories enable us to ascertain what is true and false, and determine what is charming, attractive, stunning, or sublime. Remembrance of the past serves to comfort us, awareness of the future offers us hope, while our dutiful engagement in the present is capable of arresting our complete attention.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Imagination and recollection of cherished memories of the pastimes are closely related. We do not recall memories verbatim. As our perspective changes regarding our place in the world, we shift through our recollections and revise our memories. People possess the ability to edit their memories by repressing unbearable episodes and highlighting incidences that generate fond memories. How we perceive and comprehend ourselves in the past, the present, and the future shapes our evolving sense of self. Humankind’s ability to repress unpleasant events and humankind’s ability to act as the solo editors of our germinating awareness of the world that we occupy is ultimately responsible for activating our metamorphosing sense of identity.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“No person is more ruthlessly cheated than someone strip-mined of his or her ability to recall the vibrancy of the past. After all, what would any person be if robbed of all sense of long-term memory? Without memories, all that any person would know about life is if he or she was hungry or thirsty, cold or hot. Without memories of the past and shredded of any illusion of a future there cannot be a frame for our existence. Without a sense of memory, we lack cognition of the very essence of our being. In absence of our memories, there can be no introspection, no ethical awareness, and no devotion, loyalty, or love.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Human beings are self-motivated. The two desires that spur human action are hunger and love. Without memory, humankind would no longer hunger for love.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“We came from some place and we are trending in a particular direction. Without memories, we do not know where we come from, and we cannot project our future trajectory. Without a keen awareness of our history, we cannot pose any meaningful hypothesis or engage in any useful speculation regarding the future of humankind. Without knowing where humankind came from and failing to contemplate where humankind is going, we could never touch upon a comprehensive understanding of the mythology and mystery of human nature. Such a spectacle would preclude us from comprehending what it truly means to be human. Melodious memories assist us to feel in our bones what being actually entails in its full aesthetic splendor.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“A lifetime of memories does not provide empirical proof of the value of living. No one memory has a quantifiable value to anyone expect the holder of the memory. Parenting in large part consists of creating positive memories for children. An accumulation of a lifetime of memories does create a musical score that we can assess from an artistic if not scientific perspective. Each happy memory generates a beat of minor joy that when strung together form the musical notes demarking a person’s prosodic inner tune.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“While I worked, I thought about Earl's wife, tried to bring forth an image of the once-passionate woman: her tired, withdrawn, unsuspecting face. Would she react to the wild bouquet of mums and periwinkle, truth and tender recollections? I felt sure she would, and imagined the relief and gratitude on Earl's face as he boiled water for tea, provoking the opinionated woman he had missed into a discussion of politics or poetry.”
― Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

“Ah, Sam, sighs Tom Spring to himself. These are your beginnings. And in your beginnings, my end! Oh how the recollections connect, each to each, as links in a chain!”
― Emma Richler, Be My Wolff

“Il faut ne pas abuser des photos quand on cherche à se souvenir. Elles sont trop sûres d'elles et même si elles ne sont qu'un atome de ce qu'elles représentent, elles vous imposent leur point de vue comme si elles avaient capté l'entièreté du réel.”
― Régis Jauffret, Papa

“...the meaning of the present is
latent within the past; and [...] this meaning can only be made explicit
through recollecting the material environment in which past experience is
embedded.”
― Brian Elliott, Benjamin for Architects

“The inability to control a child's recollections is a frustrating one. I know my own parents did their best to provide sun-dappled days of picnics and paddling pools, but mainly I remember advertising jingles, wet socks on radiators, inane TV theme tunes, arguments about wasted food. With my own sun, there were times when I definitely thought 'remember this' - Albie toppling through the high grass of a summer meadow, the three of us lolling in bed on a winter Sunday (...) - wishing there was some way to press 'record'.”
― David Nicholls, Us

“That, dear friend, is because nobody is more worthy than yourself."

He took a quill, wrote the name of d'Artagnan in the commission, and returned it to him.

"I shall then have no more friends," said the young man. "Alas! nothing but bitter recollections."

And he let his head sink upon his hands, while two large tears rolled down his cheeks.

"You are young," replied Athos; "and your bitter recollections have time to change themselves into sweet remembrances.”
― Alexander Dumas, The Three Musketeers

“life has me holding a grudge
pouring coffee on my recollections
not revealing where the moon finds its water”
― Evelyne Trouillot