Hers was a memory made up of snapshorts: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have… — Scott Neustadter Copy Share Image
Scars heal, glory fades, and all we're left with are the memories made. pain hurts, but only for a minute. life is… — Chris Cagle Copy Share Image
That memory made a lump form in my throat as I remembered his face, serious and gorgeous, those brown eyes intense and… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
