But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love … - Thornton Wilder

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, only survival, the only meaning

If there were any plan in the universe at all, if there were any pattern in human life, surely it could be discovered mysteriously latent in those lives so suddenly cut off. Either we live by accident and die by accident, or we live by plan and die by plan.

I've never forgotten for long at a time that living is struggle. I know that every good and excellent thing in the world stands moment by moment on the razor-edge of danger and must be fought for — whether it's a field, or a home, or a country.

The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.