"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures."
"You swore you loved me, and laughed and warned me that you would not love me forever. I did not hear you. You were speaking in a language I did not understand. Never, never, I can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination. Love is its own eternity. Love is in every moment of its being: all time. It is the only glimpse we are permitted of what eternity is. So I did not hear you. The words were nonsense."
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Source: Thornton Wilder (2009). “The Bridge of San Luis Rey and Other Novels, 1926-1948”
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