All or nothing at all, the true lover says, and that's the truth of it. My love will never die, he says. He claims eternity. And rightly. How can it die when it's life itself? What do we know of eternity but the glimpse we get of it when we enter in that bond?
Chapter 1 Mending the Green Pitcher (pp. 47-48) - Earthsea Books - The Other Wind (2001)