How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?
John Steinbeck
When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child's experience in her own fantasy.
Helen Keller
I thank my God every time I remember you. Philippians 1:3
Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to "the far away." A Lament.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. Teach me to forget.