On a day of burial there is no perspective--for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was--to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.
Antoine de Saint-ExuperyLove does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Antoine de Saint-ExuperyBut if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery