In every childhood there is a door that closes, Marina had said. And: only real love waits while we journey through our grief. That is the real trustworthiness between people. In all the epics, in all the stories that have lasted through many lifetimes, it is always the same truth: love must wait for wounds to heal. It is this waiting we must do for each other, not with a sense of mercy, or in judgement, but as if forgiveness were a rendezvous. How many are willing to wait for another I this way? Very few.
Anne Michaels in The Winter Vault