Keepsakes Quotes

“Not everything worth keeping has to be useful.”
― Cynthia Lord, Rules

“...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“It is not our memories but the person we have become because of those experiences that we should treasure. This is the lesson these keepsakes teach us when we sort them. The space in which we live should be for the person we are becoming now, not for the person we were in the past.”
― Marie Kondō

“Only a sentimental being would care about such everyday things—things used and discarded by the humans of their respective eras without thought, yet kept and preserved by an immortal who never forgot them. An immortal who loved and cared for them, dusting them off for an eternity, keeping their dead spirits as alive as he—stuck in their immortal tomb never to find the rest everything must eventually seek. Time had no meaning in this cavern of infinite age.”
― Michelle M. Pillow, The Jaded Hunter

“Upstairs, in the cupboard, he had a box of things he had saved as a boy and a young man. He hadn't looked into it in twenty years or more. Nothing fancy or valuable, but things that had meant something to him at one time. He found it, and found the key, and carried it downstairs without opening it.”
― Jane Smiley

“Is it good or bad that the defining items of his life can fit into one small box?”
― Ruta Sepetys, The Fountains of Silence

“I want Billowy too. And the espadrilles. And the sunglasses. And you.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“It is not memories but the person we have become because of those past experiences that we should treasure. This is the lesson these keepsakes teach us when we sort them. The space in which we live should be for the person we are becoming now, not the person we were in the past. P.118”
― Marie Kondō, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing

“And so the picture that I showed her that Sunday, a picture I'd seen countless times since I was a boy, brought home to me for the first time the strangeness of my relationship to the people I was interviewing, people who were rich in memories but poor in keepsakes, whereas I was so rich in the keepsakes but had no memories to go with them.”
― Daniel Mendelsohn, The Lost: A Search for Six of Six Million

“That's when she saw his gaze drift downward, alighting on the heart-shaped pendant clasped around her neck.
"You're wearing it," he said, his words carrying a wondering tone.
Reaching up, she fingered the amethysts, then smoothed her thumb over the flat piece of porcelain in the center with its tiny painted garden. "Yes. Because I realize now that it was given in love."
"It was, even if I was too blind to know it at the time. Something else for which I must beg your forgiveness."
"It's yours." She laid her palm on his chest near his heart. "Did you really carry the pendant around with you when we were apart?"
"Constantly. It made me feel closer to you. Strange, I suppose, considering you wore it for such a brief time."
"Not so strange," she reassured. "I kept a handkerchief of yours, though I never planned to tell you that."
Leaning near, he pressed his lips to hers. "Besotted. The pair of us."
"Definitely.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Seduced by His Touch

“As I walked through the fog, back into the future, I made a list of everything I wanted to bring back with me: the heartbreaking indigo of a Greengage night sky, the sugared almonds I'd eaten in the dining hall, the hawing sound Fancy made when she laughed, the smells of freshly cut clover, sponge cake, and loam, Martha's steady gaze, the swish of my borrowed skirt.”
― Melanie Gideon, Valley of the Moon

“Keepsakes
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Keep a leaf between your pages
when you forget your season...
some memories keep their green.

Carry a feather in your pocket
when the world grows weighty...
some flights are never lost.

Set a pebble on your desk
when your thoughts scatter...
some footings remain true.

Hold a seashell in your palm
when silence grows heavy...
some songs endure.

Keep a drop of rain in your memory
when the days turn brittle...
some renewals return.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul