Diana Gabaldon. She is a stranger. Book 2. Battle for love (№ 396664)

In the end, I thought, what the days and weeks in the face of eternity?
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But if there was eternity, or just the idea of eternity, it is likely that Anselm is right: anything is possible. All - love? I got to thinking. I loved Frank - I continued to love him. And I loved Jamie more than life itself. Bounded by the limits of time and flesh, I could not hold both. And in the hereafter? If there's a place where time does not exist anymore or it stops? Anselm thinks so. A place where everything is possible. And nothing need.
Is there love there? Beyond the boundaries of flesh and time is it possible to love? Whether it is necessary?