“She talks of the desertion. How each time it broke her heart. How with each break it became harder to heal.”
“Well,' the Goddess said, 'your heart didn't heal straight the last time it broke. So we'll break it again and reset it so it heals straight this time.”
“How many times could a mother's heart break? An infinite number of times. Each time her children were hurt. She'd long ago accepted the pain of it, as well as the stoicism to never let it show. It was a mother's lot in life.”
“I wonder if this is how people get close: They heal each other's wounds.”
“No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you’ll never get through it without your friends.”
“I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.”