Ocean

“Suicide, itself such an
isolating death, wants its mourning to be solitary. It wants you to scatter and
shrink, for everyone to curl up in their respective balls.”
― Sloane Crosley, Grief Is for People

“Life [...] was a taste of our collective
inevitability, as if we were trying on a future with no sense that we might
one day have to give it back. Or, as an old colleague once put it: It was not
the number of years we spent up there but the years they were.”
― Sloane Crosley, Grief Is for People

“Es ist, als ob mein Gehirn so schnell laufen würde, dass ich nicht mitkomme. Worte. Farben. Klänge. Manchmal schiebt sich alles andere in den Hintergrund, und was zurückbleibt, ist der Klang.”
― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

“The minutes keep coming and I cannot
swat them away. I sit in this earthly lump I cart around, hating my eyes
fixed in their sockets, hating my heart, so showy in its persistence. I wish I
could ball up my skin, drop it under the seat, and watch it roll away. I, too,
am the subject of whispers.”
― Sloane Crosley, Grief Is for People