His thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, and his eyes were very troubled.
I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.
Life here is so orderly, so predictable-so painless. It's what they've chosen.
Didn't life consist of the things you did each day?
He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself
Do you know that I no longer see colors?"Jonas's heart broke.
The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.
When you care about someone and give them something special. Something that they treasire. That's a gift.
It's just that... without the memories it's all meaningless.
Memories are forever.