“Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.”
Source: Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
“We are a grief-illiterate nation, and Kübler-Ross dedicated her life to helping people find peace in challenging losses. She gave us permission to grieve.”
Source: On Grief and Grieving: Finding the Meaning of Grief Through the Five Stages of Loss
“Some losses never return what they take. They open a space inside you, a hollow shaped exactly like the person, the moment, or the dream that disappeared.”
Source: Beacon of the Dark Night: Shining Hope Through the Shadows
“Chausar is also a battlefield, dear father. It’s not merely a game. Someone wins while another loses, and no one likes to play to lose.”
Source: The Oath of Shakuni
“Live simply, travel lightly, love passionately, and don't forget to breathe.”
“Do you ever feel like your whole life happened to you in languages you don't speak anymore?”
Source: The Hymn to Dionysus
“What I would give to have those usless things with me now, kneeling by my mother's tomb and resting my head against its rough surface. Not the tomb in the hamlet where she had died, but here, in Luzon, in the cemetery built by Harry just for authenticity's sake. When I had seen his field of stones, I had asked to have the biggest tomb for my own use. On the tombstone I had pasted a reproduction of my mother's black-and-white picture that I carried in my wallet, the only extant image of her besides the rapidly fading ones in my mind, which had taken on the quality of a poorly preserved silent movie, its frames cracked by hairline fractures. On the gray face of the tombstone I painted her name and her dates in red, the mathematics of her life absurdly short for anyone but a grade-schooler to whom thirty-four-years seemed an eternity. Tombstone and tomb were cast from adobe rather than carved from marble, but I took comfort in knowing no one would be able to tell on film. At least in this cinematic life she would have a resting place fit for a mandarin's wife, an ersatz but perhaps fitting grave for a woman who was never more than an extra to anyone but me.”
Source: The Sympathizer
“The pain of a loss is always more powerful than the pleasure of an equivalent gain.”
Source: The Art of De-Illusion: How to Stop Your Mind from Lying to You and See the World as It Is
“Two mourning doves somewhere near the decaying barn now resume their lifelong task of attempting to perfect the sound of loss.”
Source: Away
“Nada que uno ha querido mucho vuelve a ser lo mismo.”
Source: The Topless Tower