#mourn

I could almost feel Meghan against me, shaking with sobs as she mourned her Winter prince. I could feel my arms around her as I whispered that it would be okay, that she still had me, and I would never leave. Ant then I wanted to kick myself in the head for thinking that ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#puck #summer-s-crossing #mourning

Everything had shattered. The fact that it was all still there — the walls and the chairs and the children’s pictures on the walls — meant nothing. Every atom of it had been blasted apart and reconstituted in an instant, and its appearance of permanence and solidity was laughable; it would dissolve at a touch, for everything was suddenly tissue-thin and friable. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#lost #mourn #mourning

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels. ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#fantastic #fantasy #marvels #mourning

وأنت وإن أفردت في دار وحشة فأنا بدار الأنس في وحشة الفرد ↗

— ابن الرومي

#misery #mourning #poetry #sadness #mourning

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#mourning #love

LAVINIA: I want to feel love! Love is all beautiful! I never used to know that! I was a fool! We'll be married soon... We'll make an island for ourselves on land and we'll have children and love them and teach them to love life so that they can never be possessed by hate and death! ↗

— Eugene O'Neill

#mourning-becomes-electra #beauty

Can I tell you something? It wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all right then, me scowling at the dirt, James in his bed, the way it always always was. Look, if that's all that happened, if his dying just meant that I would be waiting for him to say something instead of listening to him say something, it would have been fine. ↗

— Elizabeth McCracken

#mourning #death

Even the most blatant assholes seemed to function in a state of grace when confronted with the brutal loss of a loved one. They moved through the world differently than other people. When they looked at you, you had the feeling that they were really seeing you. Their entire universe was just this one thing, this one event, this one loss. They seemed, for a few weeks, to have things in perspective. Then the inconsequential shit of their lives would start to seep back in. ↗

— Chelsea Cain

#love

For all her culture's attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else's body, their touch, their heat, their oceanic heart...she doesn't want another body, she wants the body she loved, the forceps scar across his cheek that she traced with her hand, his penis, its elegant sweep to the side, the preternaturally soft skin. One wants what one has loved, not the idea of love. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#loneliness #longing #loss #lost-love #mourning

LAVINIA: I love everything that grows simply-- up toward the sun-- everything that's straight and strong! I hate what's warped and twists and eats into itself and dies for a lifetime in shadow... ↗

— Eugene O'Neill

#mourning-becomes-electra #love