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But she wasn't around, and that's the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.
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loss
death
back-up
death-of-a-loved-one
parents
fight
dying
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Mitch Albom |
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I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.
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death-and-dying
love
death-of-a-loved-one
mother
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Mitch Albom |
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What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he was dead?
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widowhood
death-of-a-loved-one
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Jess Walter |
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There will always be a part of you that misses her. You'll see something that reminds you of her and want to tell her about it, only to realize she's not there anymore. Then you'll feel her loss all over again. (Ravyn) You're not helping me, Ravyn. (Jack) I know, buddy. But you will eventually make peace with yourself, and that's the most important thing. Eventually, you'll even be able to smile again when you think about her. (Ravyn)
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loss
death
love
death-of-a-loved-one
missing-someone
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Sherrilyn Kenyon |
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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.
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illness
death-of-a-teenager
death-of-a-loved-one
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John Green |
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Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
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death-and-dying
pain
grief
mortality
sadness
truth
grief-and-loss-quotes
pain-goes-away
death-of-a-loved-one
grief-and-loss
grieve
truth-of-life
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V.C. Andrews |
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...nobody was ever really ready to turn off their mother's machine, no matter what they thought; to turn off the light of their childhood and walk away, just as if they were turning out a light and leaving a room.
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death
death-of-a-loved-one
dying
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Fannie Flagg |
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He always thought that Touie's long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem like weather, like clouds constantly re-forming into new shapes, blown by nameless, unidentifiable winds.
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death-and-dying
illness
marriage
death
love
death-of-a-loved-one
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Julian Barnes |
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A four foot box, a foot for every year.
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death-of-a-loved-one
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Seamus Heaney |
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What a thing to acknowledge in your heart! To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing-I'm sorry, I would rather not go on.
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relationships
family
death-of-a-loved-one
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Yann Martel |
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"Pulling through is what people do around here. There is a kind of bravery in their lives that isn't bravery at all. It is automatic, unflinching, a mix of man and machine, consuming and unquestionable obligation meeting illness move for move in a giant even-steven game of chess - an unending round of something that looks like shadowboxing, though between love and death, which is the shadow? "Everyone admires us for our courage," says one man. "They have no idea what they're talking about." "Courage requires options," the man adds. "There are options," says a woman with a thick suede headband. "You could give up. You could fall apart." "No you can't. Nobody does. I've never seen it," says the man. "Well, not really fall apart."
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illness
courage
death
love
death-and-sickness
death-and-love
death-of-a-loved-one
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Lorrie Moore |
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I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I entered a new life and found her again, in a woman who was entirely her own person. When this life is done, I'll turn away from it without regret as well, because I know she waits for me, in another, different life.
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metaphor
love
death-of-a-loved-one
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John Scalzi |
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- What happens to people that love each other? - I suppose they have whatever they have, and they are more fortunate than others. Then one of them gets the emptiness forever.
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love
death-of-a-loved-one
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Eventually, decades later, when the king was dying, the queen gently ushered everybody out into the corridor, closed the door to the royal bedchamber, and got into bed with her husband. She started singing to him. They laughed. He was short of breath, but he could still laugh. They asked each other, Is this silly? Is this...pretentious? But they both knew that everything there was to say had been said already, over and over, across the years. And so the king, relieved, released, free to be silly, asked her to sing him a song from his childhood. He didn't need to be regal anymore, he didn't need to seem commanding or dignified, not with her. They were, in their way, dying together, and they both knew it. It wasn't happening only to him. So she started singing. They shared one last laugh - they agreed that the cat had a better voice than she did. Still, she sang him out of the world.
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love
death-of-a-loved-one
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Michael Cunningham |
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Staring out to sea, I finally forced myself to stop thinking of her as someone still somewhere, if only in memory, still obscurely alive, breathing, doing, moving, but as a shovelful of ashes already scattered; as a broken link, a biological dead end, an eternal withdrawal from reality, a once complex object that now dwindled, dwindled, left nothing behind except a l like a fallen speck of soot on a blank sheet of paper.
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memories
death-of-a-loved-one
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John Fowles |
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To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. I've thought a lot about death recently, the finality of it, the argument ending in mid-air. One of us hadn't finished, why did the other one go? And why without warning? Even death after long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm.
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death-of-a-loved-one
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Jeanette Winterson |
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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.
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death-and-dying
pain
loss
suffering
empathy
empathetic
twin
death-of-a-loved-one
suffer
twins
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Francesca Lia Block |
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But surely Uncle Akbar could not be dead as they were dead? There must be something indestructible -- something that remained of men who had walked and talked with one and told one stories, men whom one had loved and looked up to. But where had it gone? It was all very puzzling, and he did not understand.
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incomprehensible
death-of-a-loved-one
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M.M. Kaye |
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He wanted to argue like this forever. This was better than nothing. There was no exhausting his anger at his father, and every word, however well intentioned or intentionally barbed, was a pull at a scab on his bloody heart. It was too late for any of this. There could ultimately be no healing. Marty had terminal cancer, and so did the two men have a cancer between them. They were terminal together, as father and son. They remained, momentarily exhausted, but it was really only that quiet between lightning and thunder as sound lags behind speed. The lightning had cracked the ground already, you just hadn't heard it yet.
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relationships
parents-and-adult-children
families
fathers-and-sons
death-of-a-loved-one
parents-and-children
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David Duchovny |
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,,Ako s'lzite mogat da izplatiat nashite grekhove, bikh plakal, za da kupia oproshchenie za vsichki tvoi m'ki v b'deshchiia ti zhivot, ako mozhekh sega da izplacha vsichko vmesto teb, bikh plakal, dokato iztekat ochite mi.
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love-quotes
love
africa
death-of-a-loved-one
sean-courtney
български
fatherhood
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Wilbur Smith |
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"Why do they lie?" she asked herself aloud. "They say time makes losing someone you loved easier to deal with, but it only makes it worse."
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mourning
time
grief
loss
love
bereavement
saying
death-dying
death-of-a-friend
deal
death-of-a-loved-one
worse
ask
lie
easy
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"Why did you revive me?" Alecto repeated. "Well... uh, well...." Mandy hesitated, her voice full of sudden misery. "They say there are five stages of grief, you know... five stages. denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Not in any particular order. Anyhow, I denied your death, I was angry about it, I bargained with Mearth to try and get her to un-bury your site and I was depressed about the whole ordeal. One thing I just froze up on though was acceptance. I just couldn't accept your death. It was really cruel the way you died, and I missed you so much... Mearth, my parents, the cops, Dr. Pottie, they all thought I was crazy. When people think you're crazy, that label automatically dehumanizes you, because people can use it to discredit everything you say with, "oh, pay no mind to her, she's just this crazy lunatic with a dead imaginary friend." I just wanted to do something, anything to make it all go away, and I decided that I wanted to revive you."
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mourning
grief
loss
depression
death
sadness
friendship
bargaining
discredit
imaginary-friend
revival
dehumanization
death-of-a-loved-one
anger
denial
help
friend
crazy
lunatic
dying
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"They say, the sun brings life to the world. The sun will rise and look is it not a corpse? Everything is dead and there are corpses everywhere. Just people and around them silence__that is the world! "Love one another"__who said that? Whose command is that? The pendulum swings unfeelingly, antagonistically. It's two o'clock at night. Her slippers are standing by her bed, as if waiting for her.... No, seriously, when they take her away tomorrow, what shall I do?"
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life-lessons
love
death-of-a-loved-one
regret
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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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 Glaser, die Musikinstrumente und die Stille.
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death-of-a-loved-one
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Benjamin Lebert |
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To be nothing - is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world?' asks a dog in a novel I read once (Virginia Woolf Flush 87). I wonder what the smell of nothing is. Smell of autopsy.
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death-of-a-loved-one
dying
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Anne Carson |
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I'm just bones in a box, Teddy.
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death
death-of-a-loved-one
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Dennis Lehane |