Sue Ann

“No. Every time I’ve seen you reach out and love someone, take your hand and put it on a broken person’s arm and encourage them with your words, kiss me on the cheek and make me feel like the most important person in the universe, play a game with your little brother while you could be doing something else – that’s holy. Those moments when we’re together and we sink into that weird little world where it’s just the two of us and we almost feel like we’re glowing with love and then some vibrating entity that feels older than the sea filters in and hums between us – that’s religion. That’s us rising above our humanity – transcending the genre – and reaching a higher level, a galactic level. That’s love. That’s God. That’s grace. That’s majesty. And you love, Summer, so you’re God.” He laughed again, quieter this time. “To me, at least.”
― Seth King, The Summer Remains

“And maybe these were the remains of the loved ones we lost – not the bodies their souls cast aside on the journey to the other side of things, but those wonderful little bits of them embedded into all of us like stardust floating in the Milky Way, every smile every laugh every tear every whisper every shout every bit of love they ever emitted, little slivers of them that sank into us and reminded us that they were here. They may have been gone, but as surely as the dead of winter gave way to the sun-soaked glory of spring every year, they were here once, and Goddamnit, they had lived.”
― Seth King, The Summer Remains

“But for every epic love tale splashed out in lights for the world to see, there were ten million more couples that loved each other in the dark just as beautifully.”
― Seth King, The Summer Remains

“Love is an active choice to remain in every moment. I would like to believe that we were going to live happily ever after without being haunted by our memories. But we would be lying to ourselves if we believed that were true. Just as we were choosing to continue in our love and moments together, we were choosing to not let our past dictate our future.”
― Sarah Buhl, Penance.