Ocean

“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

“It’s about
looking for the bad guy, about the desire to have this person punished.
Because, in the case of the burglary, there is a bad guy, there is a potential
for restitution, and there is a potential for fairness. Not so for a suicide. So I
aim the guilt closer to home. My friend was telling me something and I
didn’t listen. For how long had he been telling me?”
― Sloane Crosley, Grief Is for People

“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

“Das ist mein Geheimnis - dass ich jeden Moment davonfliegen könnte. Alle auf der Erde außer mir [...] bewegen sich wie in Zeitlupe, wie mit Steinen beschwert. Wir sind schneller als alle.”
― Jenniver Niven, All die verdammt perfekten Tage