She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes …
In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her …

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this …
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing …

– Pablo Neruda –

Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.
– Neil Gaiman – M Is for Magic

But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.
– Mitch Albom – For One More Day