"No, not heaven, for there we shall find each other again, with no barriers to keep us apart."
"I shall live only to make myself worthy of finding you, dearest. I have nothing else to do."
"Ah, but you have."
"What?"
"The day's duty, always; the thing that lies nearest your hand. You know, I've begun to see that it isn't so much our business to be happy as it is to do the things we are meant to do. And I think, too, that happiness comes most surely to those who do not go out in search of it, but do their work patiently, and wait for it to come."
"That may be true for others, but not for us. What happiness is there in the world for me, apart from you?"
"Memory," she reminded him gently. "We've had this much and nobody can take it away from us."
Memories
"But even this will hurt, heart's dearest, when we see each other no more."
"Not always." As she spoke, she sat down on the ground and leaned back against a tree. He dropped down beside her, slipped his arm around her, and drew her head to his shoulder, softly kissing her hair.