“ 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… Cristen Rodgers
“ You forget the life you had before, after awhile. Things you cherish and hold dear are like pearls on a string. Cut the knot and they scatter across the floor, rolling into dark corners never to be fo… Diana Gabaldon
“ . . . Thisis not the same river at my fingertips. There are no paths, no sunken roadsfamiliar in the forest, by which we canretrace our steps, by which we can escapeby which we can reclaim and return,… John Daniel Thieme
“ . . .though the names of lovers are forgotten in time, their nameswritten across the sky as ogham threads are tracedbetween the stars John Daniel Thieme
“ Memory was a slippery thing—slick moss on an unstable slope—and it was ever so easy to lose one’s footing and fall Kelly Barnhill
“ Remembering something from the past? you are creating it right now as evidence for who you are now. Frederick Dodson
“ What I cannot tough, remains a memory, I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be Ayushee Ghoshal
