I hurt myself today to see if I still feel I focus on the pain the only thing that's real

I hurt myself today to see if I still feel I focus on the pain the only thing that's real

Two things scare me. The first is getting hurt. But that's not nearly as scary as the second, which is read more

Two things scare me. The first is getting hurt. But that's not nearly as scary as the second, which is losing.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a read more

When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a bank account of shared memories. It’s not that you refer to them constantly. In fact, for people who do not live in the past, you almost never say, Do you remember that night we...? But you don’t have to. That is the best of all. You know that the other person does remember. Thus, the past is part of the present as long as the other person lives. It is better than any scrapbook, because you are both living scrapbooks.

Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.

Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.

Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.

I worked so hard for that first kissAnd a heart don’t forget something like thatLike an old photographTime can make read more

I worked so hard for that first kissAnd a heart don’t forget something like thatLike an old photographTime can make a feeling fadeBut the memory of a first loveNever fades away.

How can I follow my heart when it's waiting around for the rest of me to make the decision?

How can I follow my heart when it's waiting around for the rest of me to make the decision?