" to.” “You’re going back every day now, aren’t you?” “Nearly.” I nodded. “It’s so difficult not to. I care about them, you see. I care about what happens to them, and they’re all so real…” “More real, perhaps, than the rest of us?” My expression answered for me, and she nodded. “Yes, I understand. Time enough for the present, once the past has been settled. But you mustn’t lose touch with the present, Julia,” she warned me. “The "

― Susanna Kearsley , Mariana