When the woman you live with is an artist, every day is a surprise.

we both smile and we are conspirators.

I'm at a loss because I am in love with a man who is standing before me with no memories of me at all. (Time Traveler's Wife)

He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.

I love. I have loved. I will love.

I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going. - Henry deTamble

...she could express her soul with that voice, whenver I listened to her I felt my life meant more than mere biology...she could really hear, she understood structure and she could analyze exactly what it was about a piece of music that had to be rendered just so...she was a very emotional person, Annette. She brought that out in other people. After she died I don't think I ever really felt anything again.