Rachel

“He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: “Only God knows how much I loved you”
― Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed.”
― Anne Enright, The Gathering

“I have no place left to live but in my own heart.”
― Anne Enright, The Gathering

“the kind of person took milk in his tea on one day and decided against it on the next.”
― Anne Enright, The Gathering