dear old friends, dear old lovers, do you realize that…

The great renunciation of old age as it prepared for death, wraps itself up in its chrysalis, which may be observed at the end…

— Marcel Proust

Maybe Trump himself will be voted out through impeachment, right?

— Naomi Klein

All of this unrest and all the riots and all the protests, really the anger is at all of you who voted for Donald…

— Rush Limbaugh

It seems to me, that this, too, is how memory works. What we remember of what was done to us shapes our view, molds…

— Rebecca Walker

If someone asked me about you, I wouldn't know what to say cause my memory of you is not the person you are today.

— Teddy

“The problem with memories is that they're not objective. One person's memory is another person's fiction. Everything is a matter of perception, defined by…

— S.G. Browne

“it's difficult to let go of the person you care about the most. But now I find him, it's even harder to hold the…

— Carmen Rosales

Everything u've done will become someone else memory; The person might forget the exact words you said but there's no way to make them…

— Ann

“As age changes with each moment, we become that little bit more of a distant memory to the person we are currently.”

— Tammy-Louise Wilkins

“Mentors are created by people who have a desire to give back usually because of a fond memory that they have of a person…

— Germany Kent

“You describe her as an Eden. This rare, unknowable place. Distant. And you tell me to wear her skin but I refuse. I shift…

— Nkem Ezinne Orjiako

Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still

— Whitney Otto

The thing about aging is all your old lovers, pretty much if they were really friends, become your family. It's great. You have those…

— Gloria Steinem

Jacques Brel's 'Song Of Old Lovers' - 'La Chanson Des Vieux Amants' - to me it's the greatest love song ever. It's untouchable.

— Jack Savoretti

Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers…

— John Webster