“I remember you as the wind that breathes upon the forestThe murmur of leaves rustlingThe rays of the sun.I remember you as the power of trees growingAnd the bud breaking into bloosom.You are in my thoughts whenever i praiseAll that is noble and true.”

“I breathe in and I remember you. I breathe out and remember you, I'll always remember everything.”

“In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.”

“The first gift is Strength. May you remember to call upon it whenever you need it.”

“What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven't we all to struggle against life's daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these.”

“I love you, " he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I remember being.”