#loved

Now I am more nearly a grown member of the human race..she thought she had never before had a chance to realize the strength human beings have, to endure;she loved and revered all those who had ever suffered, even those who had failed to endure ↗

— James Agee

#age

The fact is, the man who’d begotten me didn’t want me. In his eyes I should never have been born. And perhaps that would’ve been best. As it was, my existence had proven to be nothing more than a nuisance for everyone. I angered my father, brought strife upon my mother, irritated my teachers, and annoyed the other children who were forced to interact with me in school. All by simply being. When you aren’t loved, you aren’t real. Life is cold, like the stone against my palm. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#annabelle #child-abuse #richelle #richelle-goodrich #unloved

Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first. ↗

— Patrick W. Carr

#death #first #first-love #funny #funny-love

For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so many years. Like some people who cannot vomit despite horrible nausea, she lay there unable to die, resisting death as she had resisted life, frozen with resentment of process and change. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#nausea #resentment #change

When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#marriage #change

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. ↗

— Lorrie Moore

#courage #death #death-and-love #death-and-sickness #death-of-a-loved-one

The dead are never truly gone. They linger in our minds and hearts and torture us with a malice they were not capable of in life. ↗

— Courtney M. Privett

#death-of-a-loved-one #malice #torture #death

Because death is the only thing that could have ever kept him from you. ↗

— Ally Carter

#fathers-and-daughters #together #death

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. ↗

— John Green

#death-of-a-loved-one #death-of-a-teenager #illness #death

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own. ↗

— Kate Mosse

#family #loved-ones #death