No. I’ll remember you. Both of you. And I’ll live a whole, short, beautiful life. And at the very end, when I’m old and gray and ready… I’ll think of you, still seventeen, still running through these woods. And I won’t be sad. I’ll be glad that someone gets to carry the story forward.
I think… dying is what makes the days worth waking up for. tuck everlasting play script
Winnifred. Winnie Foster.
(He laughs, a bright, boyish sound.) That’s the point! You won’t get old. You’ll be eleven forever. Or seventeen, if you wait a few years. We could travel the world, Winnie! See oceans, mountains, cities that haven’t even been built yet. We’d be together. Always. And I’ll live a whole, short, beautiful life
I want to see the ocean. And mountains. And cities that aren’t built yet. I’ll be glad that someone gets to carry the story forward
(Whispered.) You’ll forget us.