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“When you love someone, they're a poignant daily part of your life. When you lose them, you are separated from that relationship. Moving forward doesn't mean you leave that person behind; it means weaving them into the narrative of your life.”

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“If your wife, your brother, or God forbid, your child dies, it leaves a big hole in your life. It's much better not to pretend there's no hole. Not to try to, what do they say nowadays, get over it ... when it's time for the Kaddish. You stand up in front of everybody, and you point to the hole, and you say, 'Look at this. This is what I'm living with, this hole.' Eleven months, every week. It doesn't go away, you don't put it behind you.”

Death Mourning Kaddish

Book:Moonglow

Source: Moonglow

“I close my eyes and listen as they circle the living room, making polite offerings. The house is full and yet quiet; it’s as if my ear is pressed against a wall, listening for some great truth. As if we’re underwater, our lives submerged. I imagine the furniture dunking and bobbing, floating and sinking in the sea as we try to arrange it on the ocean floor, one hopeless piece at a time.”

Mourning Funeral Bereavement

Book:Someone You Love Is Gone

Source: Someone You Love Is Gone

“كنت عاليا في سماء الخلد أبحث عبا عن آية، معجزة، تمدني بشيئ من السلوى لروحي اليائسة، كان يزعجني الليل بهدوئه وسكونه، وأوراق أشجار الحديقة بحفيفها، وحتى النجوم المتلألئة في السماء كانت تؤرق مشاعري في هذه الليلة، كل شيء في الخارج على حاله ولا شيء قد تغير، فقط في داخلي بدأ كل شيء مختلفا”

Mourning

Author:Emily Reute

“When I was little and running on the race track at school, I always stopped and waited for all the other kids so we could run together even though I knew (and everybody else knew) that I could run much faster than all of them! I pretended to read slowly so I could "wait" for everyone else who couldn't read as fast as I could! When my friends were short I pretended that I was short too and if my friend was sad I pretended to be unhappy. I could go on and on about all the ways I have limited myself, my whole life, by "waiting" for people. And the only thing that I've ever received in return is people thinking that they are faster than me, people thinking that they can make me feel bad about myself just because I let them and people thinking that I have to do whatever they say I should do. My mother used to teach me "Cinderella is a perfect example to be" but I have learned that Cinderella can go fuck herself, I'm not waiting for anybody, anymore! I'm going to run as fast as I can, fly as high as I can, I am going to soar and if you want you can come with me! But I'm not waiting for you anymore.”

“You could scarcely find me one. If you knew it, you are peculiarly situated: very near happiness; yes, within reach of it. The materials are all prepared; there only wants a movement to combine them. Chance laid somewhat apart; let them be once approached and bliss results.”

Happiness Divine Place

Book:Jane Eyre

Source: Jane Eyre

“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.”

Mourning Funeral Hollow And Mechanized In Need Of Winding

Book:Someone You Love Is Gone

Source: Someone You Love Is Gone

“I want you to grab a rag, a sponge, the corner of your shirt― anything you can find—to sop up the liquid—so much of it you can’t tell what’s what—be it mucus or bile or vomit or blood― as if every water has been brought up for this giving-in, as if his body is already a river and rushing away.”

Death Animal Grief Mourning Animals Animal Death

Book:To Those Who Were Our First Gods

Source: To Those Who Were Our First Gods

“I feel like I could dive right into your arms. I like you. I feel you. I fell right into your arms. I live in you. I feel I could right you. I lie to you. I fell cold in your arms. I feel like I could die in your arms. I could die yours.”

Love Romance Death Poetry Grief Mourning Poems

Author:Thomas Penny

“Yo he vuelto a parirte, con el mismo dolor, para que vivas un poco más, para que no desaparezcas de la memoria. Y lo he hecho con palabras, porque ellas, que son móviles, que hablan siempre de manera distinta, no petrifican, no hacen las veces de tumba. Son la poca sangre que puedo darte, que puedo darme.”

Death Mother Suicide Mental Illness Mourning Hurting Mother And Son

Book:Lo que no tiene nombre

Source: Lo que no tiene nombre

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