“I pause as the clocks from Mother’s collection sound the hour. From every room come staggered chimes, cuckoos calling out. A moment later, the sound of ticking. The house a metronome. We are empty, as if our insides have been carved out. That is what death does, I think. It makes us into ticking clocks, in need of winding, hollow and mechanized.”
Quote by Gurjinder Basran
Work
Someone You Love Is Gone
Browse quotes and source details for this work. more
Author
You May Also Like
Source: To Those Who Were Our First Gods
Source: Lo que no tiene nombre
Source: The Ten Thousand Doors of January
Source: Tous les hommes n'habitent pas le monde de la meme facon
Source: Good Dog: True Stories of Love, Loss, and Loyalty
Source: The Friend
Source: We Who Are About To...
Source: Das siebte Kreuz