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399 pages, Hardcover
First published March 7, 2017
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Isn’t it terrible... What a loss... He was so young... He was so funny... He was... He was... He was. People take shelter under clichés. Language is powerless enough in the face of death. I guess it’s asking too much for people to veer from the tried-and-true under such circumstances.
“Funny how people move through this world leaving little pieces of their story with the people they meet, for them to carry. Makes you wonder what’d happen if all those people put their puzzle pieces together.”
having or showing confused and mutually inconsistent feelings.
adjective: conflicted
Our memories of our loved ones are the pearl we form around the grain of grief that causes us pain
Grief is weird. It seems to come in these waves out of nowhere. One minute I'm standing in the ocean, fine. The next minute I'm drowning
For the most part, you don't hold the people you love in your heart because they rescued you from drowning or pulled you from a burning house. Mostly you hold them in your heart because they save you, in a million quiet and perfect ways, from being alone
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“I hope someday it feels right again to pick up a girl and get ice cream and eat it at the park.
I hope there are new beginnings in my future.”
"I sometimes look at my bookshelf now and think about how someday I'm going to die without ever reading a lot of the books there. And one might be life-changingly good and I'll never know."
" "Our minds seek causality because it suggests an order to the universe that may not actually exist, even if you believe in some higher power. Many people would prefer to accept an undue share of blame for a tragic event than claim there's no order to things. Chaos is frightening. A capricious existence where bad things happen to good people for no discernible reason is frightening."
It certainly is that.
"Pareidolia," I say.
"Come again?"
"Pareidolia. One of my favourite words. It's when your mind sees a pattern you recognise where there isn't one. Like seeing a face in the moon. Or a shape in the clouds."
Dr. Mendez smiles and says, mostly to himself, "Pareidolia. What a beautiful word."
"For something that isn't always beautiful."
"For something that isn't always beautiful." "
“For the most part, you don't hold the people you love in your heart because they rescued you from drowning or pulled you from a burning house. Mostly you hold them in your heart because they save you, in a million quiet and perfect ways, from being alone.”