“Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.”

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.

In the particular is contained the universal.

We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

Places remember events.

One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.

I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

Sentimentality is unearned emotion.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

While you have a thing it can be taken from you, but when you give it, you have given it. No robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lifetime.

Forevers exist, we just need to stop limiting it to only while we live – Memories and stories are eternal.

Memory, Sweet and deadly Broken and lovely Loved and lonely.

Love will leave you at some point but how it left will always stay.

The edges of our heart hold the most beautiful memories.

He treated her like a ghost, not wonder her memory haunted him long after she was gone.

Memories are a beautiful place to stay but I never wanted beautiful souls to stay just there.

He is the story I cannot finish he is the poem I’ll always miss.

You are part of my soul more than my own self.