The heart does not go backward. Only the mind.
Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.
Why is it that happiness remembered feels like despair?
What you remember saves you.
After you are gone, people may forget most of what you have said and done. But they will remember that you loved them.
Most people are not really scared of death. They are merely terrified of being taken to a mortuary and/or being buried or cremated and/or being forgotten.
Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.
I release ribbons of gratitude to flow back upon the path I have walked as it stretches out behind me, so they brush past everyone whose path crossed my own. May they feel the brief kiss of remembranc...
Beauty exists not in what is seen and remembered, but in what is felt and never forgotten.
