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"Angry and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
iโve closed enough windows to know you can never look back๏ฟผ
โIโm not sure it is possible to articulate grief through language. You can say, I was so sad I thought my bones would collapse. I thought I would die. But language always falls short of the body when it comes to the intensity of corporeal experience. The best we can do is bring language in relationship to corporeal experienceโbring words close to the bodyโas close as possible. Close enough to shatter them. Or close enough to knock a body out. To bring language close to the intensity of experiences like love or death or grief or pain is to push on the affect of language. Its sounds and grunts and ecstatic noises. The ritual sense of language. Or the cry.โ
โ Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water
my grief is honestly like a tumor inside me
sucking the life out of me, always hungry for more, and leaving me weaker and weaker
I understand your grief; even time does not always heal this kind of pain.
โ Frรฉdรฉric Chopin, from a letter to Auguste Franchomme wr. c. August 1848
โโฆmemory is strange. I cannot remember his face any longer. What I do recall are fragments in time: the crinkling of his eyes against the sunshine or when he smiled, the ghost of his unrestrained laughter โฆ I am left with pieces of remembering though I loved him whole.โ
โ Cindy Pon,ย โThe Crimson Cloakโ
I think that Iโll never be okay
"Sometimes it is dangerous to revisit a loved book, especially after a great change in one's life: the book no longer seems perfect; one swears it has been altered or edited, when in fact it is, of course, oneself who has been revised."
- Peter Cameron, Andorra
โ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฅ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช; ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฅ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช. ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐ผ๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐จ, ๐ฌ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ.โ(๐ฎ:๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ)
โMay I love the Giver more than the gift.โ
โ Augustine
Make The Most Of Laylatul al-Qadr
Ibn Rajab (ุฑุญู ู ุงููู)
"O you who has wasted the years of his life, there is nothing that will amend those lost and wasted years except for the night of Al-Qadr, for verily its value is equivalent to that of a lifetime."
[ูุทุงุฆูู ุงูู ุนุงุฑู ุต ูกูฉูก]
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus
Men canโt love women the way women do and itโs a fact
โI had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I always wanted to be alone.โ
โ Jean Rhys