“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”
“I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.”
“Darla never kept any keepsakes. She said that the memories I needed to keep were the ones in my head.”
“What goes in the mind is forgotten, what goes in the stomach just passes through, but that which goes in the heart is locked, like a keepsake diary, that never leaves you.”
“Indeed, precious memories may remain even of a bad home, if only the heart knows how to find what is precious.”
“Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.”