There is no end to things in the heart.

There is no end to things in the heart. Somebody once told me that. She said it came from a poem she believed in. She understood it to mean that if you took something to heart, really brought it inside those red velvet folds, then it would always be there for you. No matter what happened, it would be there waiting. She said this could mean a person, a place, a dream. A mission. Anything sacred. She told me that it is all connected in those secret folds. Always. It is part of the same and will always be there, carrying the same beat as your heart.

Lost Light [excerpt]
Michael Connelly