Learn Through Quotations

“Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.”

“Proust had his madeleines; I am devastated by the scent of yeast bread rising.”

“Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember.”

“Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.”

“I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still The deepest impressed on my heart.”

“Nobody forgets where he buried the hatchet.”

“What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?”

“An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.”

“Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.”

“One thing you will probably remember well is any time you forgive and forget.”

“Always remember to forget the things that made you sad, but never forget to remember the things that made you glad.”

“I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.”

“Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.”

“A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.”

“When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.”

“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer and the morning more fragrant than ever again.”

“Cherish all your happy moments: they make a fine cushion for old age.”

“Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.”

“When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.”

“There is no future for people who deny their past.”

“Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.”

“So much of our early gladness vanishes utterly from our memory: we can never recall the joy with which we laid our heads on our mother's bosom or rode on our father's back in childhood; doubtless that joy is wrought up into our nature, as the sunlight of long-past mornings is wrought up in the soft mellowness of the apricot; but it is gone forever from our imagination, and we can only believe in the joy of childhood.”

“The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remaining over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves.”