What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

Memory is never a precise duplicate of the original… it is a continuing act of creation.

Memory sews together events that hadn’t previously met.

Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.

Gratitude is the memory of the heart.

In times like these, I look to the past. I come from people not meant to survive, and here is our bloodline, stronger than ever.

Time does not heal all wounds but gives us the tools to endure them. I have found this to be true in the greatest and smallest of matters.

To acknowledge our ancestors means we are aware that we did not make ourselves.