You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.

If you never noticed, it never happened.

What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us. If we were no longer here, words would lose their whole function. They would end up as words that are never spoken, and words that aren't spoken are no longer words. - (Where I'm Likely To Find It)

It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

Some people can work their butts off and never get what they're aiming for while others can get it without any effort at all.

My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many, but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then, to my father's generation. It's a kind of inheritance, the memory of it.