Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.
When your heart knows the truth, it never forgets.
I am a people watcher and I have a very good memory.
I have a writer’s memory which makes everything worse than maybe it actually was.
Everyone has their invisible cloak of all things past.
Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory!
Memory of the knife will be gone when the flesh is gone.
sweet memories always personal and healer at needy time