This was me before I knew about anything hard, when my whole life was packed lunches and art projects and spelling quizzes.

Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.

There were a story scripted on the wall, no words used though, just pictures, memories, from another world. Her happy place.

Everyone is born and they die, but it's the memories they leave behind that define them and let them live on than others.

Don't let the day go by without a handful of fun, for only those we'll be memorable and even intensified through time

Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.

My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom.

You can spend a lifetime trying to erase memories. It doesn't change the fact that they took place. Acceptance is the key.

Your life isn't behind you; your memories are behind you. Your life is ALWAYS ahead of you. Today is a new day - seize it!

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.

The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.

...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...

Memories are powerful that way. They can bring a person back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

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