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1 " We realize, though, because we must, that remembrance is finite. It crosses only so many generations before it fades to indistinction. One man remembers his father and perhaps his grandfather and the details of the lives that were lived. But it's harder to see further back in time. I know the name of my great-grandfather, but our living time did not intersect. We did not walk the earth at the same time. Thus, to me he's a photograph; a story I heard my grandfather tell. He's not a life I remember. And my children may not know him at all, unless by chance they can find him in a book. In time, he will be forgotten entirely, just as we all will with enough revolutions of the earth around the slowly expiring sun. Each fragile heart now beating will one day stop ... We are little more than one tree's growth of leaves in hillside forest. We will enjoy our brief moment in the sun, only to fall away with all the other to make way for the next bright young generation. "
― Phillip Lewis , The Barrowfields
2 " He began to explicate a detailed and heretofore unformulated hypothesis about the human mind’s psychological readiness to read a given book at a given moment, and how important, nay, critical, it was to have the book one wanted to read at the absolute ready when the inspiration struck. "
3 " There is a fear that accompanies returning to a place that holds many of your life’s memories, especially if years pass between leaving and returning. "
4 " A beguiling optimism is often the first step toward folly. "
5 " As I grew older, I frequently turned to the sky for comfort, and being reminded of my slight significance within the context of the vast and enigmatic universe, I was comforted. "