Twelve

"We learned that there were pangs too sharp, griefs too deep, ecstasies too high for our finite selves to register.  When emotion reached this pitch the mind choked; and memory went white till the circumstances were humdrum once more." ~T.E. Lawrence~

"give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o'er wrought heart and bids it break" ~Shakes~

"Remember - What do you remember? Do you remember too much? Or not enough? Remember. What don't you want to remember? What is is like to remember?" ~Shakes~