“A person could leave you so quickly. So much history and time and memories, but they snuck away from you, and other things took their place. How could you hold on? Wait. A bigger question. The biggest. How could you hold on andlet go?”
“How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.”
“How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?”
“You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so how could we take it back without asking?”
“People could leave her; they could die. Something you loved so much could be taken away from you in seconds. Therefore, she decided to let no one else in. No one could hurt her that way.”
“How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?”