But how do you ever know that you know a person?

And she thought then how strange it was that disaster--the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face--could be at times, such a thing of beauty.

There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.

The weight of his losses finally too much to bear. But not before he has known the unforgiving light of the equator, a love that exists only in his imagination, and the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.

the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.

Sometimes, she thought, courage was simply a matter of putting one foot in front of another and not stopping.

Love is not simply the sum of sweet greetings and wrenching partings and kisses and embraces, but is made up more of the memory of what has happened and the imagining of what is to come.