Eric

“After a time he learnt to harbor the share of his heart was left him, and he did not look for Doyler, not in crowds nor the tops of trams, nor in the sudden faces of lads he trained and led to fight. Even in his dreams he did not look for him, but stared at the sea while behind him he knew Doyler so dreadfully walked away; and after he woke he stayed where he lay, fingering the revolver he kept by his side.

He never looked again for his friend, until one time, though it was years to come, years that spilt with hurt and death and closed in bitter most bitter defeat, one time when he lay broken and fevered and the Free State troopers were houdning the fields, when he lay the last time in MacMurrough's arms, and MacEmm so tightly held him close: his eyes closed as he drifted away, and that last time he did look for his friend. Doyler was far away on his slope, and his cap waving in the air. "What cheer, eh?" he called.”
― Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys

“He recognized what was happening to him, this melancholy, this sense of despair. It had taken him often when he had been younger, most frequently during the weeks of the weeping, when the sky was hidden by clouds.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

“As soon as I came there, I knew I could sleep. I felt as if I'd been asleep all along, in an evil dream, and now, here, I was truly awake: so I could truly sleep. There was a place he took me to, in among the roots of a huge tree, all soft with the fallen leaves of the tree, and he told me I could lie there. And i did, and I slept. I cannot tell you the sweetness of it.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Other Wind

“May the earth lie gently on them”
― Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys