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A gift twice given is a gift most cherished
Now, we have inscribed a new memory alongside those others. It's a memory of tragedy and shock, of loss and mourning. But not only of loss and mourning. It's also a memory of bravery and self-sacrifice, and the love that lays down its life for a friend-even a friend whose name it never knew.
What dazzles, for the moment spends its spirit; Whats genuine, shall posterity inherit.
If someone gives you a belt buckle, it's like a piece of jewelry. It has the same sort of emotional significance. It would be something you would intend to keep forever.
O! what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions Time!
The gift which I am sending you is called a dog, and is in fact the most precious and valuable possession of mankind
Whatever is left behind in the passing of a rare talent, so much is always lost.
Life is a gracious gift.
Inconvient things are always remembered
His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.
Germ of endearment
Life's greatest treasures will never be held, purchased or bartered for. They will only be felt.
There was something sweet about holding a tangible thing that had been touched and marked upon by someone I loved.
Your gift will make a place for you in the world
The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.
My gift is my song
The most important thing in anyone's life is to be giving something. The quality I can give is fun and joy and happiness. This is my gift.
The best gifts in life are the memories of love that we have given away.
Constancy ... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
The moment is a gracious gift.
By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.
Every memory becomes a golden treasure to us when we have lived our lives with tragedy and triumphs, sadness and happiness.
Objects are the markers of our humanity. Everything we hold onto has meaning for us. Those things are souvenirs that can transport us to that exact moment in time and make us feel that emotion all over again.
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gift.) I'm not bothered by the famous Parisian
The most important things, the experiences that leave marks on our souls for everyone to see, those marks that reflect our most intense emotions in a glass pane, we will never forget.
The pleasure of possession, whether we possess trinkets, or offspring - or possibly books, or prints, or chessmen, or postage stamps - lies in showing these things to friends who are experiencing no immediate urge to look at them.
Only the ephemeral is of lasting value.
Nostalgia... the blessing of a merciful memory.
My most treasured item is the brown leather bag that my mum bought me from a little Italian shop for my 21st. It's supposed to be a vanity bag, but I use it as a handbag.
The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
gifts - that strange word, a signifier meaning disappointment you can hold in your hands.
Auburn Tigers T-shirt.
There are events you witness, or in which you participate, that forever remain sacrosanct and inviolate in memory, no matter how painful that memory is, because of the cost that you or others paid in order to be there in that moment when the camera lens clicked shut.
What I have not seen
or failed to see
I leave as a gift.
A poster of the massacre at My Lai, picturing women and children lying clumped together in a heap, their bodies riddled with bullets, hung on my wall as a daily reminder of the brutality in the world.
Instead of an ugly scratch of a scar, he'd given her a beautiful piece of himself. A snowflake. Small and discreet, noticeable if you knew to look, but otherwise really just for her. A gift.
Never to be squandered ... the miracle of another human being.
The fate of all things cherished and expensive, to be lost at hazard, and well before their time
When someone gives you a special gift, never treat it lightly. If you treat it like a treasure, then it'll be one.
I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
A book, the greatest gift ever
My mother gave me boxing gloves; I wanted boxing gloves. I liked to box. So I still have them. They're still in my bookcase, very old, tattered, and they were cherished.
Memories, made to last forever.
There is nothing of permanent value (putting aside a few human affections) nothing that satisfies quiet reflection
except the sense of having worked according to one's capacity and light to make things clear and get rid of cant and shams of all sorts.
A collection of masks, depicting historical figures in life and what I like to call the eternal repose.
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.
I was a Christmas present that was delivered unwrapped.
It's your glove, your baseball glove. It's got a soul, a memory all its own, and a future that never fades because it has never let go of the grasp the past has on you and so many others.
Singular sentiment of pride, that can erect its trophies amid the grave.
The gift of today, blessings of the moment.
Whenever I go someplace I always buy something, collect something, to help me remember the trip. So I guess I collect mementos from my many travels.
The great art of giving consists in this the gift should cost very little and yet be greatly coveted, so that it may be the more highly appreciated.
A penny for your dirty thoughts A pin for your cheating lips. If a picture's worth a thousand words I hope your counterfeit canvas rips.
My jersey hanging from the ceiling is going to be a symbol of the hard work of the people I played with.
Places grow to have meaning in your life from experience, from the process of connecting. The inevitable contemplation of commemorative tattoos follows.
Memory is to love what the saucer is to the cup.
It's for giving something back to me, something I lost before I was able to really have it.
Things that are indelicate can sometimes be beautiful.
My lifetime's memories are what I have brought home from the trip. I will require them for eternity no more than that little souvenir of the Eiffel Tower I brought home from Paris.
Some travelers collect souvenirs, postcards, or bumper stickers; I bring home a pencil from the various places I visit.
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.
Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness.
Beauty- it was a favor bestowed by the gods.
Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That Time cannot take Nor a thief purloin- O better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing.
Every authentic work of art is a gift offered to the future.
Memories, priceless. Well not really priceless, but there you go!
Life is the greatest gift.
Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.
The heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious.
There is a Japanese word for things made more beautiful by use, that bear the evidence of their own making, or the individuating marks of time's passage: a kind of beauty not immune to time but embedded in it.
That which you look upon as your own you may keep only so long as the world allows you to own it.
Redeeming social value, indeed.
Something beautiful. My hands are stained red
What is a Gift?"
"A Gift is your way of serving the world.
It's a very special venue and a very special occasion.
What you give away with love will always remain with you.
Life is a priceless gift.
This necklace has cost two very fine men their lives. At times I wear it in tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, I wear it because it goes with this skirt, - China Sorrows
What is most truly valuable is often underrated.
Everything is a gift. The degree to which we are awake to this truth is a measure of our gratefullness, and gratefullness is a measure of our aliveness.
my freedom. And So It Is!
A joyful soul, gratitude
these leftover memories
Indelible, adj.
That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising. I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.
A little recognition of the escapes we made, of the finish line we crossed, only to find so many other finish lines waiting after it.
Every last souvenir of the love we had, the prizes & the debris of this relationship, like the glitter in the gutter when the parade has passed, all the everything & whatnot kicked to the curb.
These things you treasure, how often they're somebody else's trash.
The gift is contact, sensuality: you will be touching what I have touched, a third skin unites us.
Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.
A great gift - a gift of Dharma conquers all gifts.
So much to relish and remember.
Of all that I have possessed in my life, my memories are the only things remaining to me. Indeed, I believe that memories are the only real treasure any human can hope to hold always.
The best gift you can give someone is a part of your soul.
Reveal your gift and make it perfect
It was a gift. You were a gift. A gift that made my life worthwhile. A gift that made life fun. A gift that filled me with music. A gift that filled me with love. A gift that inspired me to live on the bright side.
The freedom we enjoy is a richly textured gift handcrafted by ordinary folk
Sophistication and lifestyle is understanding the difference between trinkets and treasures.
Appreciation, not possession, makes a thing ours.