But when you’ve loved someone, some version of it lasts. It keeps being important. It lives somewhere within you, and in that way, you carry the people you’ve loved along with you, not just in your memories, but in the person you are.
Meanwhile, I searched for her in the underlined passages of her books, which she'd left behind, as if for a final sentimental education. I read and reread those words she'd imprinted inside her, as if that might bring her back.
∆ Juan Villoro, from The Reef
“Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin