A Quote by Jane Austen

Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure. — © Jane Austen
Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
There is pleasure in calm remembrance of a past sorrow.
Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.
Remembrance restores possibility to the past, making what happened incomplete and completing what never was. Remembrance is neither what happened nor what did not happen but, rather, their potentialization, their becoming possible once again.
Human beings suffer agonies, and their sad fates become legends; poets write verses about them and playwrights compose dramas, and the remembrance of past grief becomes a source of present pleasure - such is the strange alchemy of the spirit.
Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
Industry is not only the instrument of improvement, but the foundation of pleasure. He who is a stranger to it may possess, but cannot enjoy, for it is labor only which gives relish to pleasure. It is the indispensable condition of possessing a sound mind in a sound body, and it is the appointed vehicle of every good to man.
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
When we fulfill any need of the human body, it gives us pleasure. To breathe gives us much pleasure.
When I talk about the pleasure principle, I don't say there is only one kind of pleasure, there are many kinds of pleasure. Some pleasure is difficult. It should be for the reader as well as the writer. But it has to be pleasure.
Wine gives great pleasure, and every pleasure is of itself a good. and A man should cultivate his mind so as to have that confidence and readiness without wine, which wine gives.
Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.
I think writing is an act of remembrance, I think that Instagram is an act of remembrance, and I think curating a show is an act of memory, too.
...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.
Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain
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