# Quote — Henry Rider Haggard, She

> And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance bitter memories of what might have been.

- Author: [Henry Rider Haggard](https://www.leafyquotes.com/henry-rider-haggard.md)
- Book: [She](https://www.leafyquotes.com/henry-rider-haggard/she.md)
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