“Then all you can do is get lost in the tiny de­tails of ev­ery day do­ing the same tasks over and over.”

“You know ... you keep doing the same things and you keep getting the same result over and over again.”

“Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?”

“You lost your wife, Douglas. My heartbreaks for you, it really does. But I lose my husband every day, all over again. And I don’t even get to mourn.”

“There are thousands of winesthat can take over our minds.Don't think all ecstasiesare the same!Jesus was lost in his love for God.His donkey was drunk with barley.”

“I don’t know how you can stand it. Over and over again, the same sadness—”He lifted her up. “The same ecstasy—”“The same fire that kills everything—”“The same passion that ignites it all again. You don’t know. You can’t remember how wonderful—”“I’ve seen it. I do know.”