“I suppose no one is truly dead when we go on loving them.”
“At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they're dead and gone.”
“You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?”
“Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.”
“We can only truly love, when we realized we have been loved all along, by the one person who gave their life for simply our forgiveness, and for us to truly live.”
“I suppose no one truly admits the existence of another person.”