Söndagscitat - Before midnight

"Your mother loved your father, Cendrillon. To the end of her last breath, with all her heart. And she loved you just as much as she loved him. That kind of love does not simply pack its bags and depart, even when the heart that brought it into being ceases to beat. Love so joyfully and freely given can never be taken away. It is never truly gone."
"Then where is it?" I whispered. "Why does it seem so hard to find?"
"It is all around you," Old Mathilde said. "It lives in every beat of your own heart."

Before midnight, av Cameron Dokey (s. 100).