The soul is like pollen: we remember it. (L’ me est comme le pollen : – Elle fait souvenir d’elle.)
—Charles de Leusse
The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse. (Le souvenir des morts – Est bien un bon remords)
I live in a tourist town, and I hang out in souvenir shops because it feels like home. Visitors want to buy everything from postcards to my love, and I love that. However, only the...
—Jarod Kintz
I woan let you go back to that boy–not until you give me one bec doux.” A sweet kiss. Then he reached forward, unlacing the ribbon from my hair.”What are you doing?” I murmured.”Souvenir.” He...
—Kresley Cole
Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road.
—Susan Lendroth
The remembrance of a woman is longer than a tear. (Le souvenir d’une femme – Est plus long qu’une larme.)
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