“If tears of sorrow are the echoes of things lost, what then are tears of joy?”

“There are things never meant to be understood, Jessie. Things which cannot now nor ever, through any means, be deciphered. Not through dreams, nor tests, nor divination, nor science, nor speculation.”

“Everything he did was a physical thing.  When he spoke, my bones ached.  When he breathed, I felt it in my veins and on my skin. ”

“I wondered if that’s what déjà vu was - being in step with a moment, a place, exactly where you were supposed to be at a given time. ”

“Be very careful what you try with that.  I’m not as strong as I should be.” His breath was ragged, and irregular.  “And you are stronger than you know.”

“His eyes looked sad and cautious.  I recognized the grief, but there seemed to be more to it, a depth beyond what even I had experienced, a regret I couldn’t quite grasp.”

“Pro te, milies aeterno. He placed my hand on his heart. And that means? For you, a thousand times eternity.”