She cherishes the memory of her husband.

She kept her sorrow in her bosom.

She cherished the memory of her dead husband.

There's more to her than you think. She may seem pretty meek on first glance, but I get the sense she can get things done when she needs to.

She kept the secret to herself.

She kept the secret in her bosom.

He had kept the secret to himself.

He laid bare his secret feelings.

I told her I'd keep it secret, so I've kept that to myself.

Each of us has something in us that longs for a sense of oneness with others.

You have infinite possibilities as an artist.

Mary received an award for her composition called "Secret love".