Punching in the timer on the microwave made me burst into tears
This is going to take forever…
I’m back.
And my heart is on the ground. I hate saying goodbye.
What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. You can wash it, and wash it, and still never forget what has transpired, a word which here means “happened and made everybody sad.
Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid
I couldn’t bear to go home,” she said. “Because I knew he wouldn’t be there.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
I STOOD BY YOUR BED LAST NIGHT
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said “it’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew,
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning and say “good-night,
God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.
Author Unknown
She’s dead and you won’t talk to me about it.
Why won’t you talk to me?
This hurts me too.
There was a single thought in my head: Keep thinking. Thinking would keep me alive. But now I’m alive, and thinking is killing me.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
I was trying to feel some kind of goodbye. I mean I’ve left schools and places I didn’t even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don’t care if it’s a sad goodbye or a bad goodbye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
Jonathan Safran Foer
Her: You don't like me, do you...
Him: Of course I like you.
Her: But not the way I like you.
Him: Oh...I guess not.
Her: It's ok. It's just, really hard to like someone but..they don't think of you that way...
People talk about crying from happiness, and it sounds stupid—crying from happiness. I never knew what it meant. It’s not really happiness that makes the tears. It’s everything at once, everything that’s good and sad and wonderful all at once, except the things that are wonderful mean so much more than the sad things.
Bobby Phillips, from “Things Not Seen” by Andrew Clements
