#mis

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#love #missing #time #change

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time - the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades away from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes - when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever - there comes another day, and another specifically missing part. ↗

— John Irving

#grief #missing #death

The police seemed to think I killed her, which is crazy, because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dagger #death #framed #guilt #guilty

Misa: I can't even imagine a world without light! L: Well yes, that would be quite dark. ↗

— Takeshi Obata

#humor #l #misa #death

Just when normal life felt almost possible - when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through an icicle; the stillness of a sunrise), some small thing would go awry and veil of optimism was torn away, the barren world revealed. They learned, somehow, to wait those times out. There was no cure, no answer, no reparation. (161) ↗

— David Wroblewski

#grief #optimism #death

Don't fear death, fear the un-lived life [Angus Tuck] ↗

— Natalie Babbitt

#missed-chances #death

Never pity missionaries; envy them. They are where the real action is -- where life and death, sin and grace, Heaven and Hell converge. ↗

— Robert C. Shannon

#heaven #hell #missionary #death

The only good thing about being frightened half to death, she thought, is that it makes me forget all about being seasick. ↗

— Alison Croggon

#death

To Jack, there was nothing more powerful than a promise made over a handshake. He would have died ー literally chosen death ー before breaking his word. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#promises #death

Are the angels of her bed the angels who come near me alone in mine? Are the green trees in her window the color is see in ripe plums? If she always sees backward and upside down without knowing it what chance do we have? I am haunted by the feeling that she is saying melting lords of death, avalanches, rivers and moments of passing through, And I am replying, "Yes, yes. Shoes and pudding. ↗

— Jack Gilbert

#miscommunication #death