(Shakes his head slowly.) No. It stops you from living . The way a stone lives. The way a wheel on a broken wagon lives—spinning in place, going nowhere, watching everything else rot and change around it.
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. tuck everlasting play script
Always is a very long time, Jesse.
It stops you from dying.
Jesse. Let the child breathe.
I think… dying is what makes the days worth waking up for. (Shakes his head slowly
(A small, sad smile.) Winnie Foster. You know what that water does? The way a wheel on a broken wagon