The Nightingale

If love is a disease, I suppose I’m infected.”

She wanted to remember him for as long as forever was.

“If times were different, I’d make you chase me,”

Wounds heal. Love lasts.
We remain.

“We will remind each other, oui? On the dark days. We will be strong for each other.”

“It’s not forgetting we need, Vianne,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. “It’s remembering.”

always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I’d like to be known.

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.