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“Further to this, Ove has the cat's resentful stares to contend with. Something in its eyes reminds him of the way Sonja used to look at him.”

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“Ah, Lalage! while life is ours, Hoard not thy beauty rose and white, But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers That deck our little path of light: For all too soon we twain shall tread The bitter pastures of the dead: Estranged, sad spectres of the night.”

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Book:The Poems And Prose Of Ernest Dowson

Source: The Poems And Prose Of Ernest Dowson

“She felt sad, but she hadn't cried all day. She thought that crying would actually be a good thing right now. It seemed normal to react. Whoever Martin had been, he had probably been a normal person. He was probably having a normal reaction right now, and she had caused it. She felt bad for confusing him. She thought it might be fair to cry for him. But it wasn’t until she thought of the mother cows in the pasture the day after the weaning, wandering around singly in the naked sunshine, still trying to call out in their hoarse, broken voices for the young ones that were still missing, that she was finally able to make herself cry—a little bit for all of the calves, but mostly for herself.”

Sad Crying Reaction Alexandra Kleeman Intimations

Book:Intimations: Stories

Source: Intimations: Stories

“I love your loins, that's all,' Rachel says quietly. 'And now I love the word itself, and how words change, I love that too. And all the parts of you, I love them. That's all. And I'm not sad,' she whispers, gasping a little at the shock of her own tears, hot and extravagant, tears that catch the light in her lashes before they drop and roll across Zach's thighs, sparkling capsules, kaleidoscopic, the flow dynamic.”

Love Tears Sad Words Crying Descriptive Be My Wolff Emma Richler Declaration Of Love Word Meanings Loins

Book:Be My Wolff

Source: Be My Wolff

“No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.”

Long Made Lost Sound Sweet Sad Forgotten Clouds Electric Trapped Echoes Wars Truly Once Summers Recapture Autumns

Book:Now and Forever

Source: Now and Forever

“They make me...they make me think of being stuck somewhere? I don't know, like weighted down, but then these patches...”

Painting Sad Weighted Down

Book:Girl in Pieces

Source: Girl in Pieces

“The dead still come to me every now and then. But the lulls between are getting smaller. They are finding me somehow. I tell them why they can’t move on. I listen to their lives and talk to them if they need it. I still draw their portraits in my sketchbook, with their stories. I put Mary Summer in there too. Someone should remember.”

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Book:Trying to Live With the Dead

Source: Trying to Live With the Dead

“I was so happy … before.’ ‘I find that happiness can always be recollected in tranquillity, Ma’am,’ said Melbourne. Victoria put her hands down and looked up at him, her pale blue eyes searching his face. ‘You were happy too?’ When Melbourne spoke, it was in the voice not of the urbane Prime Minister, but of a man of advancing years who is facing the loss of the only thing that is still capable of bringing him joy. ‘You know I was, Ma’am.”

Romance Sad Impossible Love

Book:Victoria

Source: Victoria

“Out on the lawn, Bunny had just knocked Henry's ball about seventy feet outside the court. There was a ragged burst of laughter; faint, but clear, it floated back across the evening air. That laughter haunts me still.”

Sad Laughter Melancholy Haunting Bittersweet The Secret History Donna Tartt

Book:The Secret History

Source: The Secret History

“Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead Nay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radio over my sunless desertscape how does it burn without the sun?”

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Author:Moonshine Noire

“My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound. My mind, I hope, will soon be found.”

Poetry Hope Lost Identity

Book:Destroy Me

Source: Destroy Me