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“They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.”

Love Art Young Left Memories Flower Summer Rose Thee Bereavement Lucy

Book:The complete poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier

Source: The complete poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier

“When a sudden ray of sun or a moonbeam falls on a dreary street, it makes no difference what it illumines-a broken bottle on the ground, a fading flower in a field, or the flaxen blonde hair of a child's head. The object is transformed and the viewer is transfixed. Celebrate that moment of beauty and take it with you in your memory. It is God's gift to you.”

“Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.”

Long Turns Lost Hours Memories Views Sweet Flower Gentle Streams Fairy Shade Sail Gale Greener Sweet Memories

Book:The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White

Source: The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White

“I know that we live after death and again and again, not in the memory of our children, or as a mulch for trees and flowers, however poetic that may be, but looking passionately and egocentrically out of our eyes.”

Knows May Children Eye Memories Tree Flower Our Children Poetic Afterlife Again And Again After Death

Book:Me

Source: Me

“Our quilts were more than useful, they had the faint sentimentality of a pressed flower. And no more beauty. We did not value them for their appearance, but for the memories in them, for their good wearing qualities and the thrift they represented.”

Values Memories Quality Flower Appearance Sentimentality Thrift Quilts

Book:Old Home Town

Source: Old Home Town

“The Great don't innovate, they fertilize seeds planted by lackeys, they leave to others the inhaling of the flowers whose roots they've manured. A deceptive memory may be the key to their originality.”

May Memories Flower Keys Roots Seeds Originality Deceptive Lackeys

Book:The Later Diaries of Ned Rorem: 1961–1972

Source: The Later Diaries of Ned Rorem: 1961–1972

“All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush, the gloom, the quaintness of these retreats in the day; but I by no means coveted a night's repose on one of those wide and heavy beds: shut in, some of them, with doors of oak; shaded, others, with wrought old-English hangings crusted with thick work, portraying effigies of strange flowers, and stranger birds, and strangest human beings, all which would have looked strange, indeed, by the pallid gleam of moonlight.”

Source: The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)

“In the light of consciousness all sorts of things happen and one need not give special importance to any. The sight of a flower is as marvelous as the vision of God. Let them be. Why remember them and then make memory into a problem? Be bland about them; do not divide them into high and low, inner and outer, lasting and transient. Go beyond, go back to the source, go to the self that is the same whatever happens.”

“Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.”

Heart May Past Moving Joy Speak Memories Forget Grief Tree Sea Sky Fields Flower Broken Rivers Gold Green Pity Unseen Folds Ripple Gleam Heart Broke Mead Glisten

Author:William Morris

“Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends; to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.”

Years Looks Memories Walks Flower Bird Seasons Rounds Stores Look Up Fades Old Friends Fade Away Naturalist Happy Memories

Book:The beauties of nature and the wonders of the world we live in

Source: The beauties of nature and the wonders of the world we live in

“Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms.”

Looks Memories Behinds Flower Arms Seasons Sap

Book:Duino Elegies and The Sonnets to Orpheus

Source: Duino Elegies and The Sonnets to Orpheus