Keep all special thoughts and memories for lifetimes to come. Share these keepsakes with others to inspire hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the future.

Well, the news has got around. The Duchess of Keepsake has invited us to a ball, Sir Henry and Lady Withering have invited us to a ball, and Lord and Lady Hangfinger have invited us to… yes, a ball.” “Well, that’s a lot of…” “Don’t you dare, Sam.

A story begins with this nebulous feeling that’s hard to get a hold of and you’re testing your feelings and assumptions, testing what you believe. They end up turning into keepsakes and mementos –like amber in which a memory gets trapped.

It’s one of the most beautiful memories of my life. Not everyone has a chance to meet Greta Garbo! I was so in awe of her that I recently had my assistant search online for her film Queen Christina [1933]. I cherish that rare DVD like a precious keepsake now.

I believe that by releasing “passing interest/low keepsake-value literature” from the burden of physicality, you are actually releasing the words from their worst liability: the price and inconvenience of actual bookness.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.

Surround yourself with what you love.

I admire him, I frankly confess it; and when his time is come I shall buy a piece of the rope for a keepsake.

Surround yourself with what you love, whether it’s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.