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“And when he looked over, his dad was dead and glowing on top of the bed. Glare from a street lamp had snuck in through the curtain and had lit up the old boy like some medieval saint.”

Book:Still Life

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Still Life

This book is a poignant exploration of the human condition, focusing on the impact of loss and the enduring power of memory. The narrative follows a photographer as they navigate their own grief, using their art as a means of coping and healing. The story delves into the complexities of human emotion and the ways in which we process and remember the past. more

Author

Sarah Winman

Sarah Winman is a British actress born in 1964. She has a rich experience in the British theater and film industry, known for her outstanding performances on stage and screen. more

“I think Kwan intended to show me the world is not a place but the vastness of the soul. And the soul is nothing more than love, limitless, endless, all that moves us toward knowing what is true. I once thought love was supposed to be nothing but bliss. I now know it is also worry and grief, hope and trust. And believing in ghosts - that's believing that love never dies. If people we love die, then they are lost only to our ordinary senses. If we remember, we can find them anytime with our hundred secret senses.”

Love Death Of A Loved One

Book:The Hundred Secret Senses

Source: The Hundred Secret Senses

“when you died, the spark of your life flew into me when I watched your breath stop, and the spark did its last energy frizz inside of me and I didn't tell anyone but half of the lights of myself went off as well. Almost every door in me closed too. Most of the space, where you used to tread, to rest, to read, to sleep, most of that space closed up for good. I became a house with only the porch light on.”

Death Death Of A Loved One

Book:Little Weirds

Source: Little Weirds

“...] and there, retiring into a corner, called up before his mind’s eye a vast amphitheatre of faces over which a dusky curtain had hung for many years. [...] There were the faces of friends, and foes, and of many that had been almost strangers peering intrusively from the crowd; there were the faces of young and blooming girls that were now old women; there were faces that the grave had changed and closed upon, but which the mind, superior to its power, still dressed in their old freshness and beauty, calling back the lustre of the eyes, the brightness of the smile, the beaming of the soul through its mask of clay, and whispering of beauty beyond the tomb, changed but to be heightened, and taken from earth only to be set up as a light, to shed a soft and gentle glow upon the path to Heaven.”

Death Memories Death Of A Loved One

Book:Oliver Twist

Source: Oliver Twist