The Lovely Bones

Oh sweetheart, do you really think if you seal it up, that the pain's gonna go away?

I loved the way a photo could capture a moment... before it was gone.

But there was one thing my murderer didn't understand. He didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

Like if you start something, you finish it — you don't stop until you get it right. If you don't get it right, you start over again... and you keep on going as long as you have to. That's the way it is, that's what you do. It's perfectly normal.

And I began to see things in a way... that let me hold the world, without me in it.

You have a tomb in the middle of your house!

I was here for a moment.

Nobody notices when me leave. I mean, the moment when we really chose to go. At best you might feel a whisper or, the wave of a whisper... undulating down.

These were the lovely bones, that had grown around my absence. The connections sometimes tenuous. Sometimes made at great cost. But often, magnificent. That happened, after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way...

We're creating something here, for us. Something special.

If I had but an hour of love... If that be all is given me an hour of love upon this earth... I would give my love to thee.