William Morrow

“The cruel thing about grief is that it doesn’t care where you are or how you’re feeling. Out of nowhere, a random memory descends, even if your mind has been running a hundred miles an hour over the hundred things on your to-do list. The memory could be of the most mundane, ordinary day, and still, it’ll send an ancient sadness through you. The sort of sadness you imagine humans have felt since creation, but that you never imagined you could experience so deep inside.”
― Ruben Reyes Jr., There Is a Rio Grande in Heaven: A Collection of Short Stories of Fantasy, Migration, and Central American Identity

“The living stayed home, haunting the world of the dead like ghosts.”
― Neal Stephenson, Fall; or, Dodge in Hell

“Sometime after Chris died, one of his friends said something offhanded about us having to leave our house. I was shocked, and demanded to know why.
“Because a ghost lives there,” he said.
He was speaking metaphorically about all of our memories. But that was exactly why I did not want to leave. I still felt Chris very strongly there, and I didn’t want to lose that.
By the fall of 2014, I realized that I feel Chris strongly everywhere I go. He’s so much a part of me that I can’t lose him. Physical places may suggest memories, but that’s all they do: suggest. The experiences are already deeply embedded in my brain and soul.”
― Taya Kyle, American Wife: Love, War, Faith, and Renewal

“Because when the lights go out and we sit waiting in the dark, what do our fingers seek? Who do we reach for?”
― Tara Conklin, The Last Romantics