“I want you remember that no matter how much things have changed, the past will always remain exactly how it was. The memories we've made are a part of us. They help make us who we are now. No matter what happens, no one can take your mother away from you.”
Source: Life Forgotten
“Treachery can steal your hard-won victory; take care of those who care for you, and do not repay them with disloyalty.”
Source: A Manual for Victory
“¿Quién soy yo para buscarte
así, Cobain, incluso si la cartomancia seguramente sea placebo? ¿Quién soy yo para darte ese lugar de padre y de guía
y de rey sucio al que obedeceré siempre con la parte más
triste de mí? No soy nadie y, sin embargo, lo lloro y le escribo, finalmente, esta declaración desorbitada, de fuego fatuo,
instigando más vergüenza porque la realidad es que quisiera
parar, pero solo sé escribir.”
Source: El día que quise hablar con Kurt Cobain
“That's a thing people don't talk about enough - that there are people who will judge even the way you mourn your loved ones.”
Source: At Dark, I Become Loathsome
“The surroundings fade away and each and every person has their own singular encounter, not just with the deceased but also with the event itself, as if death were a communal property. Nobody can be denied their relationship to it, their membership in that society. And death as something that is, rather than as the lack of something, is sobering to behold.”
Source: A Farewell to Gabo and Mercedes: A Son’s Memoir of Gabriel García Márquez and Mercedes Barcha – A Tender and Intimate Portrait of The Nobel Prize Winner's Final Days
“Empecé a volverme una mujer que va de las penas a las carcajadas sin ningún trámite, que siempre está esperando que algo le pase, lo que sea, menos las mañanas iguales. Odiaba la paz, me daba miedo”
Source: Arráncame la vida
“The business of life forces you to stay afloat when grief would just as soon let you drown.”
Source: The View from Mount Joy
“She carried something terrible with her. She kept her grief subdued and quiet – so much so, it had begun to rot.”
Source: The Lamb
“Retribution felt feeble, nowhere near enough to cover the cost of what had been lost. They were one soul split into two bodies. Often, Zara didn’t know where she ended and Savannah began.”
Source: The Invocations
“Inside the alone, a grief bird freed herself.
Never let anyone tell you your grief is an emptiness.
There is an alone inside grief, and it is yours, and the alone is both unbearable and simultaneously beautiful. Never let anyone tell you how long your grief should last, or what to do with it.”
Source: Reading the Waves: A Memoir