Purpose, that’s all any of us want now, every single one of us. Not answers, not love. Just a reason to exist.  Something to live for.Something to die for.

Oh, vanity of sleep ,hope, dream, endless desire, the horses of disaster plunge through the heavy clay: Beloved, let your eye's half closed And your heart beat over my heart and your hair fall over my breast, drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest and hiding their tossing manes tumultuous feet.

 بخشی از دیالوگ های سریال leftovers فصل اول قسمت هشتم. 

پاراگراف دوم شعری است از ویلیام باتلر ییتس.

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