Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.

The image of love as a durable fabric suggests something woven over time—made of many threads of shared experience, commitment, and care. “Washed” in adversity and grief reframes suffering not as a force that necessarily destroys affection, but as a harsh cleansing that tests what love is made of. If the fabric “never fades,” the quote argues that genuine love retains its color—its vitality and identity—even after repeated exposure to loss, hardship, and sorrow. The metaphor also implies maintenance: love is lived with, handled, and laundered by life’s trials, yet can emerge intact, perhaps even softened and strengthened by what it has endured.