The Lovely Bones (2009) by Peter Jackson

I was slipping away, that's what it felt like, life was leaving me, but I wasn't afraid; then I remembered: "There was something I was meant to do; somewhere I was meant to be."

Always, I would watch Ray; I was in the air around him, I was in the cold winter mornings he spent with Ruth Connors; and sometimes Ray would think of me, but he began to wonder maybe it was time to put that memory away, maybe it was time to let me go.

There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

My murderer was a man from our neighborhood. I took his photo once; he stepped out of nowhere and ruined the shot. He ruined a lot of things.

I wasn't lost, or frozen, or gone... I was alive; I was alive in my own perfect world.

Holly said there was a wide, wide heaven beyond everything we knew; where there was no cornfield, no memory, no grave... but I wasn't looking beyond yet, I was still looking back.

I was in the blue horizon between heaven and earth. The days were unchanging and every night I dream the same dream. The smell of damp earth. The scream no one heard. The sound of my heart beating like a hammer against cloth and I would hear them calling, the voices of the dead. I wanted to follow them to find a way out but I would always come back to the same door. And I was afraid. I knew if I went in there I would never come out.

You are beautiful, Susie Salmon.

Ray Singh: If I had but an hour of love, If that be all that is given me, An hour of love upon this earth,

Susie Salmon: I would give my love to thee.

Susie Salmon: When my mother came to my room, I realized that all this time, I had been waiting for her. I had been waiting so long, I was afraid she wouldn't come.

Holly: I love you, Susie.

Susie Salmon: Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel, a whisper or the wave of a whisper, undulating down. My name is Salmon, like the fish. First name: Susie. I was 14 years old, when I was murdered on December 6th 1973. I was here for a moment, and then I was gone. I wish you all, a long, and happy life.

You're not supposed to look back, you're supposed to keep going.

Len Fenerman: Your father put a hole in the man's back door.

Lindsey Salmon: Yeah, he should have put a hole in his head.