“You turn your head and smile at me. I smile back in the tired way the living have of appeasing the dead. How are you supposed to smile at a ghost without feeling lonely?” DeathLossGriefLonelinessGhosts Book:The Thirty Names of Night Source: The Thirty Names of Night
“I smile back in the tired way the living have of appeasing the dead. How are you supposed to smile at a ghost without feeling lonely?” DeathLonelyMourning Book:The Thirty Names of Night Source: The Thirty Names of Night
“Before you died, I learned about death from Jiddo, whom I was never close with but whose death taught me that someday even our family will be gone. After that I held each of your hugs just a second longer, even when I would have rather been doing something else, because someday you'll be gone and I would wish I could go back to those moments. But now you are gone, and your absence hurts too much for me to think about those hugs, those games, those afternoons watering your plants. It's been five years, and time hasn't healed any wounds. You are all I think about some days, and yet I can't bear to remember the way things used to be.” DeathLossGriefFamily Book:The Thirty Names of Night Source: The Thirty Names of Night
“For every poet knows that the sea herself has never loved, beloved, and she is thick with our tears. Only the desert knows what love is. Only the desert opens herself when the rains come, breathing in our pain, breathing out acacia and tamarisk and flowers. Only the wadi knows what it is to hold its breath. Only the wadi knows what it is to cry for joy, saying, yes, there was death here and will be death again one day, and between the two are laughter and the rhythmic breathing in of generations.” LoveLifeDeathGenerationsSeaLaughterDesert Book:The Map of Salt and Stars Source: The Map of Salt and Stars