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“Don t let me lose him.”

— André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name, Share via Whatsapp

“My mother s footsteps Were so quiet I barely heard her leave”

— John Green, Turtles All the Way Down, Share via Whatsapp

“If I am What survives I am here but I am not Much of anything at all To be what’s left And all the rest scooped out”

— Camille Rankine, Share via Whatsapp

“I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them.”

— Holly Goldberg Sloan, Counting by 7s, Share via Whatsapp

“If you love something, know that it will leave on a day you are far from ready.”

— Kathleen Rooney, Lillian Boxfish Takes a Walk, Share via Whatsapp

“If I only looked at what I ve lost, I d never be able to see what I have.”

— Cindy Charlton, Share via Whatsapp

“When did you stop caring? he asked. When did you start noticing? she replied.”

— Lang Leav, Share via Whatsapp

“You must remain. I must depart. Two autumns falling in the heart.”

— Buson, Share via Whatsapp

“But when it comes down to it, we all die alone.”

— Monica Hesse, Girl in the Blue Coat, Share via Whatsapp

“My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity if I m mistaken, after all. Please, don t be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due. May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.”

— Wisława Szymborska, View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems, Share via Whatsapp

“poor cash planning leads to a loss of investment.”

— Pooja Agnihotri, 17 Reasons Why Businesses Fail :Unscrew Yourself From Business Failure, Share via Whatsapp

“Your departure crashes like a thunder, and the timbers of the house shake with the force of the space you left behind.”

— Nghi Vo, When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain, Share via Whatsapp

“Suffocating slowly, do I give up or rise?”

— Ginny Toole, Share via Whatsapp

“Sometimes discovery means getting lost on a path where you return to a meaningful version of yourself. It gives you the scent of a world smiling still. It becomes the fresh water of your life itself....”

— Jayita Bhattacharjee, Share via Whatsapp

“Nagisa, I finally found it. I finally found it. Something only I can protect, the precious thing only I can protect. It was right here.”

— Tomoya Okazaki, Share via Whatsapp

“I stared at the hospice nurse s clipboard of notes, her purple scrubs, her file filled with Momma s health history, and I listened to the clicking of her pen and never looked her in the eye. She didn t belong in our home. She was just full of false information, cynical with age, and her pessimism about Momma s lifespan was making the house feel claustrophobic, like a coffin. She was closing the lid.”

— Caitlin Garvey, Share via Whatsapp

“I began this process by wondering what it would mean for me to lay Momma to rest. But I did the opposite of laying her to rest—I brought her stories back to life, making her more real to me and less of a stranger. I worked to remember her. I was carrying around her dead body with me before, and now I carry the parts that are alive.”

— Caitlin Garvey, The Mourning Report, Share via Whatsapp