"I'll come back," I said earnestly, through the soft, intrusive darkness. "Perhaps you will"- I felt rather than saw her smile. "But even if you don'… - Willa Cather

Everything showed him to be a man of gentle birth — brave, sensitive, courteous. His manners, even when he was alone in the desert, were distinguished. He had a kind of courtesy toward himself, toward his beasts, toward the juniper tree before which he knelt, and the God whom he was addressing.

He knew he would always remember her, standing there with that expectant, forward-looking smile, enough to turn the future into summer.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.