We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead

Quote by Alexander Smith

Topics: Forgiveness Quotes

Books are a finer world within the world.

Books are a finer world within the world.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

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...

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.

If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.

A great man is the man who does something for the first time.

A great man is the man who does something for the first time.

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in...

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in...

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...

A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity.

A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep...

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep...

The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as...

The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as...

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

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'm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.

I'm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you...

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you...