Shekar

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson

“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.”
― L.P. Hartley, The Go-Between

“He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore