Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is the weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

Ruby“The Five People You Meet in Heaven”

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Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. but when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

Marguerite“The Five People You Meet in Heaven”