#loved

I tried to imagine him capital-S Somewhere as we prayed, but even then I could not quite convince myself that he and I would be together again. I already knew too many dead people. I knew that time would now pass for me differently then it would for him- that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he'd once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter. ↗

— John Green

#death-of-a-loved-one #death-of-a-teenager #illness #death

I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#death-and-dying #death-of-a-loved-one #empathetic #empathy #loss

Ein toter Mensch ist wie ein Saal, in dem ein Fest zu Ende gegangen ist. Ein rauschendes Fest. Die Menschen sind alle fort um irgendwo anders weiterzufeiern. Und schau, so ein leerer Saal hat doch was ganz Friedliches. Die Luftschlangen, die Gläser, die Musikinstrumente und die Stille. ↗

— Benjamin Lebert

#death-of-a-loved-one #death

...I’m tired of everyone looking at me with pity in their eyes. I’m tired of feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest every damned day. I’m tired of waking up in the morning, and then remembering... ↗

— A.B. Shepherd

#loss #loss-of-child #loss-of-love #loss-quotes #death

Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that side of the bed would always be empty. The moments when she had found something funny and turned to share the joke with him, only to be shocked anew that he was not there. The worst moments, when, sitting alone at breakfast, she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes or the depth of his laugh; that, like the sound of Jem's violin music, they had faded into the distance where memories are silent. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#loneliness #loss #love #memories #tessa-gray

What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#comfort-of-love #fear #fear-of-losing-loved-ones #love #dreams

In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#across #been #could #cures #difference

Since the beginning, I always loved the game. When you grow up in Montreal, one day you want to be a professional hockey player. When I was six or seven, I knew that was what I wanted. ↗

— Mario Lemieux

#beginning #day #game #grow #grow up

I am beloved by millions. ↗

— Howie Mandel

#beloved #i #i am #millions

John Hughes loved improvisers. ↗

— Edie McClurg

#john #loved