Though not great quotes of literature, two recent favorites, of reminiscing while trying not to suffer regret.
he was more me than I had ever been myself, because when he became me and I became him in bed so many years ago, he was and would forever remain, long after every forked road in life had done its work, my brother, my friend, my father, my son, my husband, my lover, myself.
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but we had crossed to the other bank, where time stops and heaven reaches down to earth and gives us that ration of what is from birth divinely ours
Andre Aciman, Call Me by Your Name