Life here is so orderly, so predictable-so painless. It's what they've chosen.
I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.
Didn't life consist of the things you did each day?
Do you know that I no longer see colors?"Jonas's heart broke.
He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself
His thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, and his eyes were very troubled.
It's just that... without the memories it's all meaningless.
Memories are forever.
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.