#memo

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#death-of-a-loved-one #memories #remembering #death

The train blows through town delivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone” Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#depression #grief #grieving #loneliness #loss

I like it here. I like the girls, and I like the DJ's, and the cocktail waitresses, and the loud rock'n'roll (though I would happily beat everyone in Poison to death with the severed limbs of the members of Warrant). ↗

— Craig Machen

#total-fangirl #death

And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#memories #death

I don't want to be a memory, I want to be a thought ↗

— Josue Rivera

#memory #life

Mi nieto corría delante con los pies para los lados y moviendo los brazos como un pato. Nos acercamos al arroyo, tumultuoso en invierno, donde habíamos esparcido tus cenizas. Lo reconoció al punto. -Paula estaba enferma ayer-dijo; para él todo pasado era ayer. -Sí. Se murió. -¿Quién la mató? -No es como en la televisión, Alejandro, a veces la gente se enferma y se muere, así no más. -Adónde van los muertos? -No sé exactamente. -Ella se fue por allí-dijo señalando el arroyo. -Sus cenizas se fueron en el agua, pero su espíritu vive en este bosque.¿No te parece lindo? -No. Sería mejor que viviera con nosotros-decidió. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#death

Reiko had not kept a diary and was now denied the pleasure of assiduously rereading her record of the happiness of the past few months and consigning each page to the fire as she did so. - Death in Midsummer and Other Stories ↗

— Yukio Mishima

#death

Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta que los asimilaba el olvido. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#memory #death

At the point of her death, I felt a particular pang, but I can’t remember now. I tried to recall it earlier but could not. I remember thinking it wasn’t worth remembering, but I don’t remember what was so unforgettable and unimportant as to ascribe the label of “forgettable.” If it was all the way forgettable, I wouldn’t have dwelled on it, and if it was really important, I would have remembered. So it must have been an in the middle thought, closer to forgettable, but at least worth pondering its merits for a moment. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#memory #death

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#heartache #memories #death