A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmān, as if the pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing. The séroni could say it better than I say it now. Not better than I could say it in a poem. What you call remembering is the last part of the pleasure, as the crah is the last part of a poem. When you and I met, the meeting was over very shortly, it was nothing. Now it is growing something as we remember it. But still we know very little about it. What it will be when I remember it as I lie down to die, what it makes in me all my days till then–that is the real meeting. The other is only the beginning of it.

Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory.

Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Remembrance is the only paradise out of which we cannot be driven away. Pleasure is the flower that fades, remembrance is the lasting perfume. Remembrances last longer than present realities; I have preserved blossoms for many years, but never fruits.

If you reflect upon your own highest moments or peak experiences. You will probably also remember them as moments of great pleasure, even ecstasy.

An experience only becomes valuable and useful once you’ve transformed it into a GAIN.

Recognize things when they are at their best, in their season, and know how to enjoy them then. The works of nature all amount to a peak of perfection; up to it they wax, beyond it they wane. Only in matters of art have a few gone to the point where they might not be improved. It is the mark of cultivated taste to enjoy everything at its best. But all may not do this, and not all who may, know how. Even the fruits of the spirit have their moment of ripeness, and it is well to recognize this, in order to value it properly and attend to it.

For how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.

Some day, perhaps, remembering even this
Will be a pleasure.

...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Happiness is what you choose to remember.

It is the experiences, the memories, the great triumphant joy of living to the fullest extent in which real meaning is found.

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.