Never Let Me Go Quotes

Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it’s a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.

What I’m not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.

Your life must now run the course that’s been set for it.

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.

If you were a boy and a girl and you were in love with each other, really, properly in love, and if you could show it, then the people who run Hailsham, they sorted it out for you. They sorted it out so you could have a few years together before you began your donations.

The fantasy never got beyond that—I didn’t let it—and though the tears rolled down my face, I wasn’t sobbing or out of control. I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.

The problem, as I see it, is that you’ve been told and not told. You’ve been told, but none of you really understand, and I dare say, some people are quite happy to leave it that way.

It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed.

My donors have always tended to do much better than expected.

My vanity and narcissism will never let me go too far.

You need to remember that. If you’re to have decent lives, you have to know who you are and what lies ahead of you, every one of you.

Poor creatures. What did we do to you? With all our schemes and plans?

You’re always in a rush, or else you’re too exhausted to have a proper conversation. Soon enough, the long hours, the traveling, the broken sleep have all crept into your being and become part of you, so everyone can see it, in your posture, your gaze, the way you move and talk.

You have to accept that sometimes that’s how things happen in this world. People’s opinions, their feelings, they go one way, then the other. It just so happens you grew up at a certain point in this process.

We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.

Kiss me, and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me. Hold me like you’ll never let me go.

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.