“This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther”

The Queen of Air and Darkness (1939)

Leisure

Short Furrows http://books.google.com/books?id=CboVAAAAYAAJ&q=%22ther's+still+a+few+honest+folks+left+but+they+never+seem+t'%22 (1913).

Source: Pet Sematary (1983)
Context: It's probably wrong to believe there can be any limit to the horror which the human mind can experience. On the contrary, it seems that some exponential effect begins to obtain as deeper and deeper darkness falls - as little as one may like to support the idea that when the nightmare grows black enough, horror spawns horror, one coincidental evil begets other, often more deliberate evils, until finally blackness seems to cover everything. And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity. That such events have their own Rube Goldberg absurdity goes almost without saying. At some point, it all starts to become rather funny. That may be the point at which sanity begins either to save itself or to buckle and break down; that point at which one's sense of humor begins to reassert itself.

Eliza Dushku on Wrong Turn, Tru Calling and Buffy Your Guide, Fred Topel http://actionadventure.about.com/cs/weeklystories/a/aa052403.htm

Variant: It's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined.
Source: Along for the Ride

Source: Night Embrace