And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Feel how tight my arms are around you?" he said. "This is how tight I'll be holding you. No matter where you go, or where I go, remember how tight I'm holding you." Memory doesn't fade. You don't forget. When… — Alison McGheecg Copy Share Image
