" That is the thing about present, Emily Prime. You only appreciate it when it is the past. I harvested his memories, and they still bring me happiness. This is one of my favorite of his memories and I can not explain why...I have viewed this memory for six thousand times."
"You miss him."
"I do not have the mental or emotional capacity to deal with his loss. But sometime I sit in a chair later at night and quietly feel very bad. When the night is at its most quiet I can hear death. I'm vey proud of my sadness because it means I'm moral alive. I no longer fall in love with rocks."
"What's this in the sky?"
"Dead bodies."
"Look there is another one."
"Yes. It is very pretty."
"They're ok?"
"No. They are all dead."
"I'll count them."
...
"We're all doomed, Emily Prime..."
"This is your future, Emily Prime. It is sometimes a sad life, and it is a long life. You will feel a deep longing for something you cannot quite remember. It will be a beautiful visit, and then we shall share the same fate as the rest of the human race: dying horribly. "
"Do not lose time on daily trivalities. Do not dwell on petty detail. For all these things melt away and drift apart within the obscure traffic of time. Live well and live broadly.You are alive and living now. Now is the envy of all of the dead."
I can see the sun still there. The wind is still there and the rainbow still there. But the rain still there but it'll go away.