Maureen Hunter quotes

“Every day my love for you grows higher, deeper, wider, stronger... It grows and grows until it touches the tip of where you are and comes back to me in the loving memory of you, and my heart melts with that love and grows even more.”
-- Maureen Hunter

#Memories Quotes #Heart Quotes #Grieving Quotes

“Television in the 1960s & 70s had just as much dross and the programmes were a lot more tediously patronising than they are now. Memory truncates occasional gems into a glittering skein of brilliance. More television, more channels means more good television and, of course, more bad. The same equation applies to publishing, film and, I expect, sumo wrestling.”

“This is the most precious gift anyone has ever received. You gave me back a memory that I will cherish forever. You gave me something from my grandma I didn't know I had. And you kept it and it lef you back to mme. It gave me you'' I felt a wetness in my eyes and I blinked confused from the strange sensation. A small trickle of water rand down my cheek. I stared into the darkness as I held Pagan in my arms in amazement Death had just shed a tear.”

“I want to have the memories of my time with you to keep me warm.”

“Growing up in Poland, I didn't have the experience of going to Disneyland as a child, so I don't have any childhood memories connected to it, good or bad.”

Source : "Composer Abel Korzeniowski on Sundance, Scores, Career". Interview with Alex Billington, www.firstshowing.net. February 5, 2013.

“It was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.”

“The greatest need of our age and of every age, the greatest need of every human heart, is to know the resources and sufficiency of God.”

Source : A. B. Simpson (2010). “When God Steps In: Divine Resources for Life's Situations”, p.4, Moody Publishers

“Could man be drunk for ever       With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning       And lief lie down of nights. But men at whiles are sober       And think by fits and starts, And if they think, they fasten       Their hands upon their hearts.”

“But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts”

“What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.”

“No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold.”