#sadness

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#cancer #death #friendship #grief #loss

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

«Ma è commovente, Severus» osservò Silente, serio.«Ti sei affezionato al ragazzo, dopotutto?» «A lui?» Urlò Piton «Expecto Patronum!» Dalla punta della sua bacchetta affiorò la cerva d'argento: atterrò sul pavimento dell'ufficio, fece un balzo e si tuffò fuori dalla finestra. Silente la guardò volar via e quando il suo bagliore argenteo svanì si rivolse a Piton, con gli occhi pieni di lacrime. «Dopo tutto questo tempo?» «Sempre» rispose Piton. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#sadness #death

My mother's death supervened, and this was the greatest blow I had experienced in my life. I worshipped her... I could not resign myself to the loss of a being on whom I counted to make invisible the unavoidable blemishes of my soul. ↗

— Salvador Dalí

#family #love #pain #sadness #soul

He did not know that the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was utterly beyond his understanding, but as he looked at the emaciated body he felt a dim disquiet that was the ancestor of sadness. ↗

— Arthur C. Clarke

#apes #death #sadness #science #death

I miss you with the very edge of my skin. It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting. ↗

— Valentina Cano

#grief #loss #sadness #death

You don't know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins. ↗

— Rachel Klein

#fear #sadness #dreams

Sometimes I cry in my dreams, and I wake up because my pillow is sopping wet. Was I sobbing in my sleep? Hardly. But I was drooling.
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— Jarod Kintz

#crying #dream #dreams #drool #drooling

...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain... ↗

— John Geddes

#poetry #rain #sadness #soul #dreams

I tell you solemnly, that I have many times tried to become an insect. But I was not equal even to that. I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness- a real thorough-going illness. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#illness #sadness #equality