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: What we have lost will never be returned to us. The land will not heal - too much blood. All we can do is learn from the past and make peace with it.
: You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place. Ada
: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments. Inman
: A thousand moments. They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that's real. You were always carrying a tray. Ada
: You wouldn't come inside. Inman
: I wouldn't come inside. Ada
: I had to carry a tray to come out and see you. Inman
: The way you felt when I pulled you to me. That kiss- which I kissed again everyday of my walking. Ada
: Everyday of my waiting...
: I will not leave Cold Mountain. My last thread of courage is to wait... for you.
: If you are fighting, stop fighting. If you are marching, stop marching. Come back to me. Come back to me is my request.
: I brought you this book... and this photo. I'm not smiling in it. I don't know how to do that... hold a smile.
: I can talk about farming in Latin. I can read French. I can lace up a corset, God knows. I can name the principal rivers in Europe, just don't ask me to name one stream in this county! I can embroider but I can't darn! I can arrange cut flowers but I can't grow them! If a thing has a function, if I might *do* something with it, then it wasn't considered suitable! Ruby
: ...Why? Ada
: Ruby, you can ask 'why' about pretty much everything to do with me! This fence is about the first thing that I've ever done that might produce an actual result.
: When this war is over, there will be a reckoning.
] Dear Mr. Inman, I began by counting the days, then the months. I don't count on anything anymore except the hope that you will return, and the silent fear that in the years since we saw each other, this war, this awful war, will have changed us both beyond all reckoning.
: Inman. It is three years and I remember your name.
: I would have followed you anywhere... to Mongolia.
: Yesterday I saw you walking back to me.
: I count the number of words that have passed between us, Inman and me - not very many. But I think about it.
: Ruby, this fence may be the first thing I ever did that might produce an actual result.
: My love where are you? With no hope of reaching you I write to you... as I have always done.
: Ada, I wanna marry you. If you'll have me. Ada
: Isn't there some religion where you just say I marry you, three times, and then you're man and wife? Inman
: I marry you, I marry you, I marry you.
: Why is that funny? Ada
: No, I think it's I divorce you three times and then you're not married anymore.
: This doesn't come out right. If it were enough to stand, without the words. Ada
: It is, it is. Inman
: Look at the sky now. What color is it? Or the way a hawk flies. Or you wake up and your ribs are bruised thinking so hard on somebody. What do you call that?
: [to Inman
] But then who will be waiting for you?
: Hello, I'm Ada Monroe. Inman
: I'm Inman. Ada
: Inman? Inman
: W.P. Inman. Ada
: [repeats it
] W.P. Inman. Inman
: Repeating a thing doesn't improve it.
: Are you alive? I pray to God you are.
: We got something for you. Ada
: For all your kindness. Coffee and pie. Ruby
: That's real coffee. It ain't chicory and dirt. Sally
: Thank you both. Ruby, I look forward to this. We all do. Esco and me. Ruby
: [grinning at Ada
] She made it. Ada
: I made it. Sally
: Good God in Heaven. Ruby
: I'm still alive!
: If you saw us this Easter... you would know that every step of your journey is worth it.
: Come back to me. Come back to Cold Mountain.
: Did you get a picture made? Inman
: Say again? Ada
: A tintype, with your gun and courage on display. Inman
: You're laughing at me. Ada
: I don't know you. Inman
: You're always carrying a tray.
: [to Inman
] Well, you have your war.
] Ada? Ada? You up? Ada
: Yes. It's still dark. Ruby
: Tell that to the cows. It's late!
: [to her father
] Daddy, come inside before you drown!
: I have to eat something. Ruby
: Then you have to wake up earlier. What's that? Ada
: A novel. Ruby
: You want to carry a book, carry one you can write in.
: What kind of name's Georgia? Ada
: It's where he's from, it's not his name. Ruby
: I know that's meant to be the ugliest state under the heavens. Ada
: What do you care what his name is?
: I hope that Georgia boy's been seeing to the animals. Ada
: I thought you were thinking on him! Ruby
: I was not. I was thinking on swollen udders- and before you say same difference. Ada
: I'm not saying nothing! Ruby
: Miss lovey-dovey!
] I looked once more down Sally's well, and this time there was nothin' there to haunt me. Just clouds. Clouds, and then... sun.
: All this while I've been packing ice around my heart. How do I make it melt?
: I thought I was seeing you fall, but instead I was seeing you come back to me!