The Crossing (The Border Trilogy, #2)

by Cormac McCarthy

the past cannot be mended.

You must be sure that the intention in your heart is large enough to contain all wrong turnings, all disappointments.

he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while the right and godmade sun did rise, once again, for all and without distinction.