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“I started putting rocks on his grave because I just didn't want to lose it. Bodies molder in the ground. Everything falls: pine trees, snow, rain, might, Cordy. Memory is no different. Things you thought you'd never forget come loose from places you can't imagine they ever would. Beneath all of that, its easier than you might think to lose a grave in the woods.”
― Josh Ritter, The Great Glorious Goddamn of It All

“Individual days slide like the imperceptible creep of old glass that is revealed only by the ripples that appear after many years. Nothing happens even while things are happening until days become opaque and rippled like an old windowpane. And we see through ourselves with the same level of clarity.”
― Michael Templeton, The Chief of Birds: A Memoir

“In every cloud, in every tree – filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights