“Everything dies eventually. We all know that. People, cities, whole
civilizations. Nothing lasts. So if existence was just binary, dead or
alive, here or not here, what would be the
point in anything?"
..."My mom used to say that's why we have memory. And
the opposite of memory - hope. So things that are gone can still matter.
So we can build off our pasts and make futures."
"...Mom said life only makes any sense
if we can see time how God does. Past, present and future all at once."
allow myself to look at Julie. She sees my tears and tries to wipe one
away. "So what's the future?" I ask, not flinching as her fingers brush
my eye. "I can see the past and the present, but what's the future?"
. . . ," she says with a broken laugh. "I guess that's the tricky part.
The past is made out of facts . . . I guess the future is just hope."
"No." She shakes her head firmly and sticks the leaf in my hair. "Hope.”
Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion