Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.

Quote by Jean De Boufflers

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Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume

Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through...

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through...

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful...

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful...

When the day is over it once again proves that time waits for no one...

When the day is over it once again proves that time waits for no one...

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we...

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we...

The memory of past favors is like a rainbow, bright, vivid, and beautiful; but it...

The memory of past favors is like a rainbow, bright, vivid, and beautiful; but it...

Looking at a photograph and wishing you could re-live that moment over and over again.

Looking at a photograph and wishing you could re-live that moment over and over again.

The memory is a treasurer to whom we must give funds, if we would draw...

The memory is a treasurer to whom we must give funds, if we would draw...

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing...

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing...

I miss being a kid. No one cared how you dressed, we were all friends,...

I miss being a kid. No one cared how you dressed, we were all friends,...

Memory is more incredible than ink.

Memory is more incredible than ink.

We do not remember days; we remember moments.

We do not remember days; we remember moments.

I miss the days when you could just push someone into a pool without worrying...

I miss the days when you could just push someone into a pool without worrying...

God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.

God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Memory is the power to revive again in our minds those ideas which after imprinting...

Memory is the power to revive again in our minds those ideas which after imprinting...

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.

True Love burns the brightest, But the brightest flames leave the deepest scars.

True Love burns the brightest, But the brightest flames leave the deepest scars.

Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble...

Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble...