| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 36e813b | The thing is that it could never again feel natural to talk to her | moving-on old-friends reminisce looking-back | John Green | |
| b70f533 | Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as I start to run? | loss memories past love reminisce trip nostalgia | Jeanette Winterson |