#emo

Discussing it later, many of us felt we suffered a mental dislocation at that moment, which only grew worse through the course of the remaining deaths. The prevailing symptom of this state was an inability to recall any sound. Truck doors slammed silently; Lux's mouth screamed silently; and the street, the creaking tree limbs, the streetlight clicking different colors, the electric buzz of the pedestrian crossing box - all these usually clamorous voices hushes, or had begun shrieking at a pitch too high for us to hear, though they sent chills up our spines. Sound returned only once Lux had gone. Televisions erupted with canned laughter. Fathers splashed, soaking aching backs. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#silence #death

I am an old man, and I am dying...Will you remember me, Jacob?" I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold." Mr. Gold's laughter sounded like a trumpet and brought light to the corners of the room. ↗

— Noah Benshea

#death #end #memory #death

He'll have to do without me, Jamie thought, not looking back. And then clearly, as if he'd been told, he knew Grenville /could/ do without him. There was somewhere else he had to go now, somewhere else he had to be. ↗

— S.E. Hinton

#dark #death #emotional #life #light

I suppose I wouldn’t desire having memorial services after I pass by… I think that it would have a precious little to do with my inworld immortality because I think I’ll have a precious little to do with the person to be remembered… Who can really tell? ↗

— Thanos Grigoriou

#imortality #memorial #death

Some solace for nobodies: you will live forever in a metadatabank. Some anxiety: a good deal of that data, if examined, will be embarrassing. ↗

— Bauvard

#hope #humor #life #memory #pain

What kind of miracle ripped out your heart, and left you breathing? ↗

— A.B. Shepherd

#life-and-living #pain #painful-memories #death

You need to know what you are before you can become what you are supposed to be. In order to know what you are now, you must learn what you are going to be. ↗

— S.K.N. Hammerstone

#angels-and-demons #death #demons #skn-hammerstone #the-rift

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty. ↗

— Jenny Han

#childhood-memories #eight #memories #nostalgia #death

I have seen your heart, and it is mine. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#heart #voldemort #death

The only love that I really believe in is a mother’s love for her children. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#children #designer #emotion #feelings #karl-lagerfeld