5 Quotes by Elena Hartwell

After acknowledging that, I let other memories come. The way his presence made me feel. Like he was north and my heart was a compass that always found its way home.

Memory is a strange combination of those things we work to remember and the things we can never forget

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both, and be one traveler, long I stood, and looked down one as far as I could

Memory is a strange combination of those things we work to remember and the things we can never forget.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both, and be one traveler, long I stood, and looked down one as far as I could.