So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

Sometimes two people will regard each other over a gulf too wide to ever be bridged, and know immediately what could have happened, and that it never will.

... it’s a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.

It is far more painful to awake from a beautiful slumber and – in that brief period when the continuity of life is still lost to you – to reach across the bed for a hand that is not there.

We're lonely down here," he said. "It's true. But we're not alone.

Love can take one over the clouds, out to space
And also to the depths of the Earth where you get trapped and coming back feels like a forgotten dream..