She did not think he would answer. When he did, it was so low she barely caught the words. "Love is for those who know the griefs of time, for it goes hand in hand with loss. An eternity, so burdened, would be a torment. And yet -" He broke off, drew breath. "Yet what else to call it, this terror and this joy?"
—from The Winter of the Witch, a book by Katherine Arden
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