Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Remember when we said; when we turned gray; when the children grow up and move away; we won't be sad - we'll be glad for all the life we've had and we'll remember when.
Remember when?
After a certain number of years,
our faces become our biographies.
A man finds room in the few square inches of his face for the traits of all his ancestors;
for the expression of all his history, and his wants.
If you carry your childhood with you,
you never become older.
It is surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you,
pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.