When you are presented with the possibility of erasing a memory that oppresses your existence, and you are tempted to do so... Can it be defined as weakness? Now, this memory is coming back to torment you from the past, and the only way to face it is to look for what generated it ... that you preferred to forget.
I ricordi sono come il vino che decanta dentro la bottiglia: rimangono limpidi e il torbido resta sul fondo. Non bisogna agitarla, la bottiglia.
What is a memory? Something you have or something you've lost forever?
Memory is the diary that each of us always carries with us.
I do not speak of revenge or forgiveness; forgetting is the only revenge and forgiveness.
All those who forget their past are condemned to relive it.
E così andiamo avanti, barche contro la corrente, incessantemente trascinati verso il passato.
Hunting for memories is never a good business.... The good ones you can't catch anymore, and the bad ones you can't kill.