Marianne Cronin

“Somewhere, out in the world, are the people who touched us, or loved us, or ran from us. In that way we will live on. If you go to the places we have been, you might meet someone who passed us once in a corridor but forgot us before we were even gone. We are in the back of hundreds of people's photographs - moving, talking, blurring into the background of a picture two strangers have framed on their living room mantelpiece. And in that way, we will live on too. But it isn't enough. It isn't enough to have been a particle in the great extant of existence. I want, we want, more. We want for people to know us, to know our story, to know who we are and who we will be. And after we've gone, to know who we were.”
― Marianne Cronin, The One Hundred Years of Lenni and Margot

“Do you know," she said slowly, "that the stars that we see the clearest are already dead?"
"Well, that's depressing." I took my hand from hers.
"No," she said gently, linking her arm through mine, "it's not depressing, it's beautiful. They've been gone for who knows how long, but we can still see them. They live on."
They live on.”
― Marianne Cronin, The One Hundred Years of Lenni and Margot