Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

Even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.