Memory is the scribe of the soul.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
The only paradise is paradise lost.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
Memory is the scribe of the soul.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
The only paradise is paradise lost.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.