“Why must we spend so much of our lives missing people instead of being with them?”

“What was the point of loving when the people you loved were taken from you? When Death and Time were always looming and poised to strike, why did love exist?”

“She found herself missing him - this person who didn't even exist.”

“Are you sure?" he asked in a low voice. "Because if I had the chance... I would spend every moment of every day with you.”

“Sixteen long years of unbearable waiting. I can’t do it anymore. She was supposed to return—she always did—and now I see the cruelty in this helpless waiting, living at the mercy of Time. Dragging through the days, I ask myself why I bother when I know that the one place I can find her isn’t here on earth. That’s it—that’s enough of this—I’m done.”

“what if the person you're meant to be with lives in another time?”

“I'm being sent back to my time, but - I love you, Philip. At any age, in any body, in any era... I love you.”