In my Commonplace...

All Hallowe'ed Eve: 

“Even now, she thought, “almost no one remembers Esteban and Pepita, but myself. Camilla alone remembers her uncle Pio and her son; this woman, her mother. But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.”
 
​Thorton Wilder