DEATH AND GRIEF
“Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all,” Cormac McCarthy wrote in one of his last novels.
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I think in the geography of our lives there are these blank or foggy spaces, little absences left behind from the people that have moved in and out of our lives. I think of parks, and imprints left behind by people in grass; footprints, or the long flat indents left over by bodies when they’re sprawled out on the ground. When a person stands up... See more
love is sad, heartbreaking, but beautiful
Grief, as I understood it—grief and I were acquainted—is the kind of loss that sets you on fire as you struggle to put it out.
Elizabeth McCracken • The Hero of This Book
Others simply took the initiative, perhaps sensing that a person caught in the midst of a paradigm-shattering trauma is not the most capable delegator.
Making the most of our time
Life has a 100 percent mortality rate. Every single one of us will die, and most of us have no idea how or when that will happen. In fact, as each second passes, we’re all in the process of coming closer to our eventual deaths. As the saying goes, none of us will get out of here alive.
Lori Gottlieb • Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, HER Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed
Yes, a lost house itself is a tragedy, but there is an entire universe in the items inside, an entire universe in the single page of a book that drifts away while you’re running to catch a flight. There is an entire universe in a quote, an entire universe in interpretations of a book that begs for humanity to find a way to survive when our... See more
Hanif Abdurraqib • Lessons for the End of the World
I understand this element of loss, the exercise of cataloguing all that cannot come back, at least not in its original form.
Hanif Abdurraqib • Lessons for the End of the World
Yet books were finite, podcasts were finite, films had last frames, everything has an end or if not an end then at least—sure, OK, fine—a deadline. Couldn’t we at least find an adequate phrase or image that didn’t feel like a cop-out, a feint, or a compromise? Couldn’t we reach an ending that didn’t lie about the end?
— Catherine Lacey, The Möbius
... See moreThe bus makes believe
no one cried into their hands and smeared
that grief onto its walls. The walls
will keep the fingerprints a secret
until the sheen of oils glows by moon.
Rows of ghosts come forth to sing.
no one cried into their hands and smeared
that grief onto its walls. The walls
will keep the fingerprints a secret
until the sheen of oils glows by moon.
Rows of ghosts come forth to sing.