“I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.”

“I don't remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don't even know exist until you love a child.”

“I'm always going to be with you, you know. As long as you remember me, I will exist. Memory is a form of existence, life after death.”

“No, I'm not mistaken. I know you don't love me. But I'm going to fight for your love. There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end. You are worth it.”

“I'm going away," he said. "And I want you to know that I'm coming back. I love you because....""Don't say anything," Fatima interrupted. "One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”

“That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on loving even if they are loving someone else? Impossible: to believe you can be loved in absence when you don't even know how it feels to be loved when you are there.”