My wife died in pain, and I had a stroke, which stole almost all my memories of her. Being scared of you would be a real waste of my time.
In love, there’s always a ticking clock. There’s always a countdown. Loving someone is not enough, you have to make it in time.[En el amor, siempre hay un reloj que hace tic tac. Siempre hay una cuenta atrás. No vale con querer a alguien. Tienes que llegar a tiempo.]
If you want to die, I can’t stop you. But there is a path from where you are to where I am. All we did was buy you a little time. You decide what you want to do with it.[to Lucia]