“What about when you miss someone? Where does that come from? It comes from love.”

“Where you come from does matter -- but not nearly as much as where you are headed.”

“When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”

“Where did the love come from? What was it made of?”

“You don't have to go looking for love when it's where you come from.”

“I was wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.”