Maybe sometimes we don't do the right thing because the wrong thing looks more dangerous, and we don't want to look scared, so we go and do the wrong thing just because it's dangerous. We're more concerned with not looking scared than with judging right. (from "The Amber Spyglass")
Se wondered if the moment would ever arrive in her life where she wouldn't have thought of him,, she wouldn't have heard him talking in her mind, she wouldn't have relived every moment spent with him, she wouldn't have desired his voice, his hands, his love. She never thought how it would have been like to love someone that much; of all the things that had disconcerted her in her adventures, this one was the most disconcerting. She thought that the tenderness he had left in her heart was like a bruise that would've never left, but that she would have treasured for ever.
-No- he said - memory is a poor thing. I want your mouth, your real hair, the arms and the eyes I never imagined I could have loved that much! Oh, Lyra, I would like that tonight would never end! If only we could stay here, and the world stopped spinning and everyone fell asleep...-
- Everyone apart from us! That way we can live here for ever and not do anything but love each other! -
- I will love you for ever, whatever may happen. Until death and beyond, and when I'll exit the land of death I will continue to wander with all my atoms until I will have found you...-
-And I will look for you Will, in every moment, in every instant. And when we will find each other, we shall embrace with such force that nothing and no one may separate us. Every atom of yours and every atom of mine...
We will live within birds and in the fine golden dust that floats between the rays of the sun...
and when they shall use our atoms to create other lives, they won't be able to take one, they'll have to take two, one mine and one yours, given the intensity of the force with which we will be stuck together...
And she knew, too, that neither dæmon would change now, having felt a lover's hands on them. These were their shapes for life: they would want no other.
They held each other like the only survivors of a shipwreck, cast shivering on a desolated shore.