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