The Language of Dying Quotes

“Sometimes there are just too many words filling up space and not enough emptiness left for thinking. I keep a little emptiness inside for when I need it.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“I guess sometimes you have to hide from the world to see it properly.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“Growing up is about realising the cracks in the pavement are nothing to worry about. It's the cracks inside that count.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“They want to make me feel better about dying. To make me feel better about dying gives them a purpose." You pause. "But I'm fine about dying. And they just can't accept that. It takes away their purpose." You sip your tea and flinch. "And I'm buggered if I'm going to waste what's left of my time pretending to be terrified just to fit into someone else's picture of how things should be. I'd rather watch reruns of Dalziel and Pascoe on UK Gold.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“There is a language to dying. It creeps like a shadow alongside the passing years and the taste of it hides in the corners of our mouths. It finds us whether we are sick or healthy. It is a secret hushed thing that lives in the whisper of the nurses’ skirts as they rustle up and down our stairs. They’ve taught me to face the language one syllable at a time, slowing creating an unwilling meaning.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“I think about that lost dignity you must be feeling and I want to tell you it doesn't matter. Not in the great scheme of things. This is just the end. It isn't the everything of you. And it's the everything we'll remember when the memory of this fades. xxx
I can't explain this though. The words are tangled on my tongue and I'm not sure they would make a difference. Becuase I guess for you the everything is done and there is only the now. And in the now your loss of dignity is everything.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“For me, life has always been the storm. The storm and watching from the window for the thing that could stop it, even if my watching was only with my mind's eye locked on the window of my imagination.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“Something is building, bubbling in my stomach, flaring into white heat, and I don't know if it will explode out of me in anxiety or whether it will meet with the dark spots at the edge of my vision and push me out to pass out. I want it to come out in words that I don't have. I want it to make sense. To not just be mine. And then just when I am about to combust, it appears in the night. Out of nowhere.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“Growing up is about the moment of realising that the cracks in the pavement are nothing to worry about. It's the cracks on your insides that count.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“I am exhausted and you are nearly invisible. What a pair we are.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“I think about that lost dignity you must be feeling and I want to tell you it doesn't matter. Not in the great scheme of things. This is just the end. It isn't the everything of you. And it's the everything we'll remember when the memory of this fades. xxx
I can't explain this though. The words are tangled on my tongue and I'm not sure they would make a difference. Because I guess for you the everything is done and there is only the now. And in the now your loss of dignity is everything.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“My own world is more real than theirs, even if I am lost in it.”
― Sarah Pinborough, The Language of Dying

“Предполагам, че понякога трябва да се скриеш от света, за да го видиш истински.”
― Сара Пинбъра, The Language of Dying

“Понякога прекалено много думи изпълват пространството и и няма достатъчно място за мислене. Аз пазя малко празнота в себе си, за моментите, в които ще ми трябва.”
― Сара Пинбъра, The Language of Dying