My Name is Memory

by Ann Brashares

The path of your life can change in an instant. Not just the path of your life but the path of all your lives, the path of your soul. Whether you remember or not. It makes you want to think hard before you act.

There are short periods of joy you have to stretch through a lot of empty years, me more than most. You have to make them last as well as you can.

Hope was the thing you picked to happen, and fear was the thing you picked not to happen, and often with him they blurred.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

“Love who you love while you have them. That’s all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you’ll never run out.”

“You remember what is lost, and you forget what’s right in front of you.”

He kissed her with everything, because loving a person was all you could do.