There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

The memory of joy is no longer joy; the memory of pain is pain still.

Wisdom comes through suffering.
Trouble, with its memories of pain,
Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep,
So men against their will
Learn to practice moderation.
Favours come to us from gods.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom

CLEMENTINE: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
JOEL: I know.
CLEMENTINE: What do we do?
JOEL: Enjoy it.

In visions of the night, like dropping rain,
Descend the many memories of pain