“Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.”

“It turned out that time doesn't heal the wound , but in its so merciful way , blunts the edges ever so slightly”

“Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they've cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen.”

“The fascination that lives on the keenest edge, and sparkles on the sharpest point, also gathers in depths of a fall.”

“Be sure it is not for nothing that the Landlord has knit our hearts so closely to time and place – to one friend rather than another and one shire more than all the land.”

“And it did me no good to recall particular conversations (if indeed these were particular conversations I was remembering so vividly, rather than inventions of my uneasy brain). Remembering clarified nothing.”