“You were once my one companion,You were all that mattered.You were once a friend and father,Then my world was shattered. Wishing you were somehow here again,Wishing you were somehow near.Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,Somehow you would be here.Wishing I could hear your voice again,Knowing that I never would Dreaming of you won’t help me to doAll that you dreamed I couldPassing bells and sculpted angelsCold and monumentalSeem for you the wrong companions You were warm and gentleToo many years fighting back tearsWhy cant the past just dieWishing you were somehow here againKnowing we must say goodbyeTry to forgiveTeach me to liveGive me the strength to tryNo more memories No more silent tearsNo more gazing across the wasted years Help me say goodbyeHelp me say goodbye”

“Too many years fighting back tears. Why can't the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again, knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try! No more memories, no more silent tears, no more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.”

“Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you want me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go, too. Christine; that's all I ask of you.”

“Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.”

“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.”

“No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.”

“Yes,' said Catherine, stroking his long soft hair, 'if I could only get papa's consent, I'd spend half my time with you - Pretty Linton! I wish you were my brother.''And then you would like me as well as your father?' observed he more cheerfully. 'But papa says you would love me better than him, and all the world, if you were my wife-so I'd rather you were that!''No! I should never love anybody better than papa,' she returned gravely. 'And people hate their wives, sometimes; but not their sisters and brothers, and if you were the latter, you would live with us, and papa would be as fond of you, as he is of me.”