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“Grief suffocated. Grief paralysed. Grief was a cruel, heavy boot pressed so hard against his chest that he could not breathe.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“Oh to be an angel (if there were any!), and go
straight up into the sky and look around and then
come down
not to be covered with steel and aluminum
glaringly ugly in the pure distances and clattering and
buckling, wheezing
but to be part of the treetops and the blueness, invisible,
the iridescent darknesses beyond,
silent, listening to
the air becoming no air becoming air again”
― Frank O'Hara, Lunch Poems

“He was my friend in everyday life and now I have lost his affection, which was part of my daily bread. No one will be able to give me what he has taken with him, because his active brotherly spirit was one of my life’s treasured luxuries.”
― Pablo Neruda, The Complete Memoirs

“What a terrifyingly beautiful thought that you are the beginning of forever.
I love you, and life for me has just begun.”
― Kamand Kojouri