As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.

I am always in love.

The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never so lost that it can't be found.

You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well

It's silly not to hope. It's a sin he thought.