Played, cried, yet replayed

What other words, we may almost ask, are memorable and worthy to be repeated than those which love has inspired? It is wonderful that they were even uttered. They are few and rare indeed, but, like a strain of music, they are incessantly repeated and modulated by memory.
- Henry David Thoreau, 1849

I think it is a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

-Vladimir Nabokov