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“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.”

“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.”

“...] 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.”

“Throughout his illness she had put his needs first, subsumed her own. Her sole objective had been to make his life as good as possible. She had changed shapre aound him. Reinvented herself to become the carer that his illness demanded, rather than the lover and partner she had once been. She had been selfless. And yet, all that time, he'd been planning and plotting behind her back, drafting this elaborate ending to their story. Damn him. Damn him. Damn him!”

“As children, we look to adults to be perfect and say the right thing. Mama Taaq, face streaked grey from dust and tears, should have replied to her shivering, shuddering child: “You did everything right, my darling. You did everything you could and none of this is your fault. Later she would say those words, but later was too late, because that night all she did was cry and turn away from her still-living daughter to try and find her dead one. These things are entirely natural and understandable – just not to a child.”

“I know you want her to be alive--you feel like you need her to carry on. But the body in the coffin is just that: a body, the shell of the person you love. The essence of Mrs. Quince, the one you know and love, is all around us, in nature and the stars, in every recipe of hers that you cook, and deep inside your heart....No matter how many times we say that someone is dead, the fact is we simply can't imagine a world without them. [Audrey Landon, to Nell Brown]”

“The fear of an abrupt end to a beautiful thing one is used to, is another reason few see marriage is evil, they rather not get into. Infidelity, divorce and death are real 'robbers' of loved ones and they may come knocking on your door when you would have preferred they don't,”

“Whenever something scary happens or I want to comment on something, like Joyce and Hopper’s constant bickering, which is getting annoying, I glance toward Adam’s side of the couch. And each and every time I do, the pain of his absence pierces my chest. That’s the thing about losing someone: there’s one major death followed by a million little deaths.”

“Maybe the secret truth about death is that dead people are whisked away from their current lives and forced to live somewhere else far away—a process similar to reincarnation but taking place not in the future but now. A sort of mortality-based witness protection program. And if you found them they would look the same as they always had. If only you knew where to find them. If only you knew where to look.”

“That's what I feel like now,' I told him. 'I feel like there's a low hanging wooden beam, right in front of me, and I keep walking slap bang into it. A hundred times a day I walk into that beam, and the pain hits me, right here, between the eyes.' ..... In time I could have told him that I never did learn to duck to avoid the pain of losing her. What happened was that I found myself stumbling into it less and less often. Imperceptibly at first: whereas at the start it happened to me a hundred times a day, by the time a month had gone by I was struck by the blow of it perhaps only ninety-five times a day. Another month and it hit me only ninety times in a twenty-four-hour period, and by the time a year had passed, there was sometimes a whole hour when I did not collide with the pain of it. It wasn't that it was any less painful when I did, just that the intervals in between got longer and longer. That's how I came to understand that I was healing.”

“The sharpest image I hold from that day are the shiny nailheads in the wood, where someone overdone the hammering to shut the wood-slat crate they sent my brother home in. A note came attached, stiff with condolences from Mr. Mercer, the Estelle Mining owner. Other scrawled words said the company believed they’d recovered most of my brother from the explosion but warned us not to open the lid and check.”

“For a long time he’d been periodically preoccupied by the idea that when someone you loved died, you could spend the rest of your life searching the world for that person and yet you would never, ever find him or her, no matter how many obscure places you went to, no matter how many caves you slipped into, or curtains you parted, or houses you entered. The dead person truly no longer existed, and while as a matter of science this fact seemed so simple, it was unaccountably hard to accept it when the person was someone you loved. But the thing was, after someone you loved died, the people you still could see—a.k.a., the living—might occasionally almost seem to be the person you longed for. There would be a startle of similarity, a flash of familiar head-shape or squirt of laughter, and you would whip around so hard, only to find a person who was not in fact the right person at all.”

“I love you, Ayesha. What would I do without you?" Zorawar said in the platonic way he'd always told her that he loved her. "I love you too, Zorawar. Always have always will." she said ambiguously.”

“તું સારી રીતે જાણે છે, કે અસ્તિત્વ વિશે મારો વિચાર ન તો દેહ સાથે જોડાયેલો છે, ન તો આ જગત સાથે. તું જેને પ્રેમ કરે છે એ રિબેકા કદી નહીં મરે. આ નહીં તો કોઈ અન્ય સ્વરૂપમાં, આ સ્થળે નહીં તો ક્યાંક બીજે, તે સદાય જીવંત જ રહેવાની. મને ખબર છે, કે તને બીજાં કોઈ વિશ્વમાં અને બીજાં કોઈ સ્વરૂપમાં શ્રદ્ધા બેસતી નથી. તારે મને અહીંયાં, આ જ વિશ્વમાં પામવી છે. આ નાશવંત જીવનમાં, આ નાશવંત દેહમાં અને આ નાશવંત ક્ષણોમાં. પણ, તું મારાં પર વિશ્વાસ રાખજે, કે હું સદાય જીવંત જ છું, મારું ચૈતન્ય કદી નહીં મરે.”

“Some find that they can keep bereavement at bay by staying busy. This is a perfectly normal way of coping which works well for some – but if you keep bereavement away by constant action, you may pay for it later. The action may turn out to be an avoidance technique, like putting a finger on the pause button on the bereavement video. When you stop doing whatever you were doing – going to parties, helping others, seeing movies – you still return home to a film which hasn’t moved on since you stopped watching it.”

“I'm interested in the places where sex reminds of me of death, where sex and love and passions bring one close to thinking about death. It may be my own problem, but sex reminds me of death very regulary. Anything which transforms one's life, as the sex act does, for half an hour or half a day, makes one look at oneself afresh. Think back to our adolescence and the way that sex looked to us then. It was quite an extraordinary thing-and it wasn't just ignorance that made it seem so. Familiarity makes us lose focus on how subversive sex is. It comes into our lives and breaks down our normal perception of ourselves.”

“Why do we sometimes suffer from grief over loved ones or defeat in our own lives?" asked the Rabbit. The Eagle replied: "The path to serenity is paved by adversity. Hardship makes us endure tragedy or setbacks. There is no content ending to anyone's story since we all inherit the same fault in the conclusion of our own breath. While one story will end in happiness, the other will end in terrible heartache; and it is you who decides the life you truly deserve.”