But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

The beauty of the past belongs to the past.

Being able to “think outside the box” presupposes you were able to think in it

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

I cannot read my own words,
Lest I shed a tear,
For all the aching memories,
That I hold so very dear.