Meg

“Maybe I still haven't become me. I don't know how you tell for sure when you finally have.”
― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post

“All over now. He is either in joy or nothingness.
(So why grieve?
The worst of it, for him, is over.)
Because I loved him so and am in the habit of loving him and that love must take the form of fussing and worry and doing.”
― George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo

“Because I loved him so and am in the habit of loving him and that love must take the form of fussing and worry and doing. Only”
― George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo

“What I mean to say is, we had been considerable. Had been loved. Not lonely, not lost, not freakish, but wise, each in his or her own way. Our departures caused pain. Those who had loved us sat upon their beds, heads in hand; lowered their faces to tabletops, making animal noises. We had been loved, I say, and remembering us, even many years later, people would smile, briefly gladdened at the memory.”
― George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo