kitap alıntısı #89, The Pale Blue Eye - Louis Bayard

        "They never leave us, do they? The ones who come before us. I wish I knew why."

        Haltingly, then, I spoke of the Theories I had propounded on this very question. "There are times," I declared, "When I believe the dead haunt us because we love them too little. We forget them, you see; we don't mean to, but we do. All our sorrow and pity subside for a time, and in that interval, however long it lasts, I believe they feel most cruelly deserted. And so they clamor for us. They wish to be recalled to our hearts. So as not to be murdered twice over.

        "Other times," I continued, "I believe we love them too much. And as a consequence they are never free to depart, because we carry them, our most deeply beloved, within ourselves. Never dead, never silent, never appeased."

        "Revenants," she said, eyeing me closely.

        "Yes, I suppose so. But how can they be said to return when they have never gone away?"

- Louis Bayard, The Pale Blue Eye