#recollect

I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here is the sense of it: "What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me." ↗

— Joseph Addison

#away #cannot #charitable #epitaph #gave

I was for two years a pupil at the Model School in Fort street which was then conducted upon the Irish national system, and if any special religious instruction was given in connection with that system, I do not recollect it. ↗

— Edmund Barton

#conducted #connection #fort #given #i

On the recollection of so many and great favours and blessings, I now, with a high sense of gratitude, presume to offer up my sincere thanks to the Almighty, the Creator and Preserver. ↗

— William Bartram

#almighty #blessings #creator #favours #gratitude

And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee. ↗

— John Clare

#choice #face #feel #i #i feel

I do not recollect when I had such a mental treat. ↗

— Abigail Fillmore

#i #i do #mental #recollect #such

Now painting is different. It's something recollected in tranquility. ↗

— Jack Levine

#now #painting #recollected #something #tranquility

...and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the last humble tenements of the village, without a saddened heart. Scenes had passed in Uppercross which made it precious. It stood the record of many sensations of pain, once severe, but now softened; and of some instances of relenting feeling, some breathings of friendship and reconciliation, which could never be looked for again, and which could never cease to be dear. She left it all behind her, all but the recollection that such things had been. ↗

— Jane Austen

#feelings #going-away #memories #parting #recollections

We cannot even recollect the actions of our infancy, our childhood is like something written on a slate and rubbed off. ↗

— Vinoba Bhave

#cannot #childhood #even #infancy #like

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#nostalgia #recollection #past

A poem is learned by heart and then not again repeated. We will suppose that after a half year it has been forgotten: no effort of recollection is able to call it back again into consciousness. ↗

— Hermann Ebbinghaus

#after #again #back #been #call