Eugenie Anderson quotes

Eugenie Anderson quotes

last updated: November 28, 2023

“It is difficult sharing and capturing so many years of memories and the people behind the words-and even though that guest book can speak volumes, in between, the pages remain so silent.”
-- Eugenie Anderson

#Memories Quotes #Book Quotes #Years Quotes

“Blaire, This was my grandmotherâ€™s. My fatherâ€™s mother. She came to visit me before she passed away. I have fond memories of her visits and when she passed on she left this ring to me. In her will I was told to give it to the woman who completes me. She said it was given to her by my grandfather who passed away when my dad was just a baby but that sheâ€™d never loved another the way sheâ€™d loved him. He was her heart. You are mine. This is your something old. I love you, Rush”
“We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we're older. Things change.”
“I want to have the memories of my time with you to keep me warm.”
“Sixty years after the end of the war, the time has come to make this information available. With the number of survivors and witnesses diminishing by the day, and the reality that the Holocaust is fading into the pages of history and memory, we should not have to wait any longer.”
“The buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching toward infinity...”
“The selection of a book-plate is such a serious matter.”
“Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired (by passionate devotion to them) produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can peradventure read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity ... we cherish books even if unread, their mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access, reassurance.”
“Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.”
“Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.”
“Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can't imagine ourselves living without”

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