I keep thinking about that line from 'Normal People' by Sally Rooney, the one Marianne has near the end: "He brought her goodness like a gift and it was like he was making her live." It's not a grand declaration, but it captures that quiet, fragile moment when a connection you thought was gone flickers back to life. It's about one person offering a form of grace the other had forgotten they deserved, and that act alone makes a new beginning possible. It feels less like rekindling an old fire and more like discovering the embers were never completely out, just buried.
For something with more raw desperation, there's Heathcliff in 'Wuthering Heights'. His love is a haunting, but his plea, "Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!" is the ultimate second-chance demand born from utter loss. It's not healthy, obviously, but it lays bare the terror of a world without that specific person and the violent longing to reclaim any version of them, at any cost. It's rekindling as a form of possession, a stark contrast to the healing in Rooney's work.
Sometimes the most powerful quotes about second chances are about the person themselves changing enough to deserve one. In 'Persuasion', Anne Elliot gets her famous, understated line: "You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope... I have loved none but you." The years of regret and silent longing are in that agony, but the hope is the chance to speak it after so long. The rekindling happens because she stayed constant, and the quote works because it's an admission that the love never actually went out; it was just waiting for the right conditions to blaze again.