#loss

She wasn’t crying at all. This was what scared him the most. Where had she locked up the things he’d seen her feeling that day when she heard? She wasn’t that big a girl to hold all of it—to hold her brother’s life and his death inside of her. To hold all his long-limbed raging tidal motion and all the loss of that. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#loss #morning #mourn #withdrawal #death

Verily, a man should not cling to those who have passed, for he will likely neglect service to the living. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#death #grief #grieving #loss #loss-of-love

Only the debris of wreckage, and not much of that, was left behind by the sharks who fed on tragedy: the fishermen, too, mourned the death of a living child. ↗

— William Trevor

#loss #tragedy #death

It's a happy life and someone is missing. ↗

— Elizabeth McCracken

#loss-of-a-baby #death

It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere... ↗

— Emma Donoghue

#grief #loss #death

Pain and guilt tore through him. His soul was bleeding to death. He stood there, waiting to die. How could he not? But such wounds were not fatal. ↗

— Diana Pharaoh Francis

#mercy #death

He passed through her with his soul caressing hers goodbye. And in that final hour he was with her one last time. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#loss #death

You can, for just a moment, fuse grief like a bone, but the memory of the ability to bend lingers inside, like an itch running in the blood, just beneath the skin: relief is always only temporary. Grief, we understood, would now hijack a part of our day for the rest of our lives, sneaking in, making the world momentarily stop, every day, forever. ↗

— Emily Rapp

#grief #loss #death

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day. ↗

— Frank Beddor

#daughter #death #father #loss #memories

Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be. ↗

— Tan Twan Eng

#memory-loss #death