"So, it's Valentine's Day and there's a place I stop by once a year. Nobody knows. I don't make a big deal out of it. It's about remembering someone who was so important to me I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. I didn't know that meant she would only get to spend the rest of her life with me. There is nothing I can do about it and I've come to accept that. But, when you lose someone you love, everyone tells you to pick up and move on. 'Don't dwell on the past.' 'It is what she would want.' And that makes me smile. Like I would ever want to forget you." Paris:
You know, it's funny, but Asher died right at the height of my passion for him. I kind of wonder what would have happened if he had lived. Would I have stayed in love with him forever? Rory:
I don't know. Paris:
He died before I could find out. Now I'll always be in love with him. He's my Mike Todd.
"The woman I loved is... dead." "I couldn't tell whether it was Mona or her sister; the body was a mess. The sick bastard had really gotten a kick out of it. Seeing her lying there got me thinking about
another woman's body on
another bed. Got me thinking about a fallen cradle..."
"Vachon was a conquistador who was turned while fighting an Incan man he was fighting. The vampire who turned them tells them to stop senseless killing in the world—before killing herself senselessly." "I'd propose there's a counterpart to the MPDG, though I don't have nearly as catchy a name. That would be the guilt-inducing ghost wife, filmed in ethereal late afternoon light, fragile, frequently desexualized, a specter of memory and failure haunting our tortured, widowed heroes —
why couldn't I save
her — in visions, flashbacks or more fantastical set-ups. (...) Idealized and resented, ghost wives are both saint and tormentor, instrumental to the plot, spurring our mourning hero on to seek revenge, redemption or resolution. Like the MPDG, there's a distinct subjective quality to their characterization — they're along for the ride, but they don't get to tell the story. Unlike the MPDG, being dead, the best they can hope for is to be banished or joined in the afterlife."
Now, never losing sight of the object—supremeness or perfection at all points, I asked myself—"Of all melancholy topics what, according to the universal understanding of mankind, is the most melancholy?" Death, was the obvious reply. "And when," I said, "is this most melancholy of topics most poetical?" From what I have already explained at some length the answer here also is obvious—"When it most closely allies itself to Beauty: the death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover." "What am I supposed to be, now that she's gone? When you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different. Someone better. When that person's taken from you, what do you become then?" "The memory of our days is still burning me up inside." "Do you want to know the horrible truth? I can't even remember what she looked like... I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted...someone took her away from me...and seven kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind." The assassination of Whites wife is played off like the death of Obi Wan and Dumbledore combined. Yet despite that we only had two scenes with the wife before and both of them she was a shrill heartless b*tch. "Someone extremely dear to me was lost very early in my life. My mind has always plagued me with the question: If the choice been placed in my hands, could I have saved her? The memory of her has haunted me my entire life, and more so in these last few years than I could ever have imagined. But given the events of these past few weeks I feel confident that had I been given the chance I would have made those sacrifices myself. Had I only the chance..." Jane Sagan:
What is it like when you lose someone you love? John Perry:
You die too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.
It's over, isn't it?
Isn't it over?
You won, and she chose you
And she loved you
And she's gone
It's over, isn't it?
Why can't I move on?
How do you feel, loving a rose?
Guarding her life day and night
How do you feel, losing that rose?
Killed by a storm you can't fight...
— "Lea", CATS
Major Anya Amasova:
Commander James Bond
, recruited to the British Secret Service from the Royal Navy. License to kill and has done so on numerous occasions. Many lady friends, but married only once
. Wife killed
James Bond: (bluntly) Alright, you've made your point.
Amasova: You're sensitive, Mr. Bond?
About some things, yes.
"Kill everything you see. Kill them all. And once Targoviste has been made into a graveyard for my love, go forth into the country. Go now. Go to all the cities of Wallachia: Arges! Severin! Gresit! Chilia! Enisara! Go now and kill. Kill for my love! Kill for the only true love I ever knew. Kill for the endless lifetime of hate before me." All my friends tell me I should move on
I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song
Ah, that's how you sang it
Loving you forever can't be wrong
Even though you're not here, won't move on
Ah, that's how we played it
Since your death
Everything has felt
so meaningless and vain
That I've lost the will to live
Love, your death
Ripped my heart right out
And since you went away
Life's had nothing more to give
, "Cross My Heart and Hope to Die"
"My love, sweet queen and noble wife, I alone remain to bring delivery of your pain. Severed, my darling, too quickly from this life. Of fires drawn and memories met, I shall hold our two hearts again in single time."