He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven—at least in this life—was neither a time nor a placebo be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened.

Mary Balogh

Thief of Dreams

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