“Too late came I to love you, O Beauty both so ancient and so new! Too late came I to love you - and behold you were with me all the time . . .”

“Late have I loved you, Beauty so very ancient and so ever new. Late I have loved you! You were within, but I was without.”

“It's too late!" I cried"I thought that once, too. But it's never too late. You taught me that. Love can make us eternal.” Phoenix’s eyes closed, haunted to the end. “I'm sorry,” were his last words."I forgive you,” I sobbed, gripping onto him desperately. “I forgive you.”It was too late.All. Too. Late.”

“- I don't want you to love me.- Too late, mi chava.”

“Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would have not been at all. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness. You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness. You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you. I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for your peace.”

“God Em, I love you so much it hurts,” came his pained whisper in her ear.“I know. I love you so much, too.”