The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.

She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.

...you can pretend that bad things will never happen. But life's a lot easier if you realize and admit that sometimes they do.

I push away the memories, I push them away with tears, to push away my pain, so my longing heart could feel this brief moment of relief.

I push away the memories, I push them away with tears. So my longing heart could have this moment of relief, but even though I push away the memories, it never truly pushes away the pain.