She said I bet you don’t remember meAnd I said only every other memory.

She said I bet you don’t remember meAnd I said only every other memory.

When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a read more

When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a bank account of shared memories. It’s not that you refer to them constantly. In fact, for people who do not live in the past, you almost never say, Do you remember that night we...? But you don’t have to. That is the best of all. You know that the other person does remember. Thus, the past is part of the present as long as the other person lives. It is better than any scrapbook, because you are both living scrapbooks.

Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.

Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.

Sometimes even though you're having a good time, you can't help but to stop and think about how much you read more

Sometimes even though you're having a good time, you can't help but to stop and think about how much you miss the old times.

Sometimes someone has to hurt you deep enough to make you realize how better your life is without them in read more

Sometimes someone has to hurt you deep enough to make you realize how better your life is without them in it...

Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to read more

Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to sip at ease beside the fire. If the traveler has vintaged well, he need trouble to wander no longer; the ruby moments glow in his glass at will.

Two things scare me. The first is getting hurt. But that's not nearly as scary as the second, which is read more

Two things scare me. The first is getting hurt. But that's not nearly as scary as the second, which is losing.

I worked so hard for that first kissAnd a heart don’t forget something like thatLike an old photographTime can make read more

I worked so hard for that first kissAnd a heart don’t forget something like thatLike an old photographTime can make a feeling fadeBut the memory of a first loveNever fades away.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.