When we die, no one remembers us for what we weighed. Our weight isn't etched into our headstones.
I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
One remembers horrors, I think, for the rest of one's life, but memories do not always remain so sharp, and with time, and new circumstance, do not affect us so powerfully.
Cause I'm Irish, and everyone remembers me.
Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other never forgets them.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.