When you care about someone and give them something special. Something that they treasire. That's a gift.
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.
His thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, and his eyes were very troubled.
Memories are forever.
It's just that... without the memories it's all meaningless.