Rosie

“What I realised is that I am all that is left. All of these stories, photographs and facts reside within me. There are tangible things that remain: her shoes, her packets of scent, his letters. These things tell the story of a life, of many lives intertwined, but I am the point at which they meet.”
― Stephanie Scott, What's Left of Me Is Yours

“There was nothing left, only the remnants of those I loved. I tried to hold my memories of them close, but I could not; they had changed.”
― Stephanie Scott, What's Left of Me Is Yours

“When they drew apart, it was by a fraction only. 'My love, what's left of me is yours,' he whispered.”
― Stephanie Scott, What's Left of Me Is Yours

“It was as though her nature were so brimming over with something that against her will it expressed itself now in a radiant look, now in a smile. She deliberately shrouded the light in her eyes but in spite of herself it gleamed in the faintly perceptible smile.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina