Nothing is more addictive than the past. Who wouldn’t want to be reunited with a loved one? Or relive the most meaningful moments of their life? But memories, even good ones, have a voracious appetite. If you’re not careful, they consume you.
Nostalgia never goes out of style.
Memories are like perfume. Better in small doses.
Forgotten things can always be fished up and dusted off. But the lost, those things people never really took much notice of until they were gone. They’re defined by their absence.
Dying men always want closure. Some last, happy thought to cling to before they die.
