“They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by little in their own time, turning into memories, mists from other days, until they were absorbed… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“As at those words did I myself become; And all my love was so absorbed in Him, That in oblivion Beatrice was eclipsed.” — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
