I am always at a loss at how much to believe of my own stories.

When my brother called to inform me, on the morning of May 22, 2003, that our mother Caroline Oates had died suddenly of a stroke, it was a shock from which, in a way, I have yet to recover.

There is only one thing in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

They wouldn't have understood if they found him crying, when he woke and remembered all at once that he had once had a wife and child, so they never found him this way.

Isaac stopped her at the bottom of the stairs with a crooked smile. I would wish you sweet dreams, but how can they be memorable if I won't be in them?

She disappeared; her voice, her laughter and the warmth of her breath never seen by no one again.

They were both sad that their love had died, but they agreed that there was nothing they could do about it. They would just have to part.

I lost my family. If you have nothing to love, you have nothing to lose. Even your own life becomes meaningless.

I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone,...

They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as...

She had a sense of longing and loss that she had never had before. It was as if her family history had been erased and they'd been left unmemorable. She imagined that Rachel's family must have similar...

I do not know, nor do I care to remember The time in which I knew distinctly that you were gone You fade in and out of memory Upon which I can not feign to touch Or feel How cruel to leave me With...

Sorrow eats time. Be patient. Time eats sorrow.

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

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

I guess she was a lifeline Sewing our family fabric together From me to dad to her Gave me a sense of continuity Especially when my daughter was born As she was slipping away

There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

How was it possible to miss something you no longer wanted? Blaine needed what she was unable to give and she needed what he was unable to give, and she grieved this, the loss of what could have been.

I floated. I had been part of something immense, but now I was torn loose. Broken away from the great purpose that had used me as a conduit. Useless. Again.

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less...

Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past?...

Women have often been in my life, but none of them managed to instill in me the dreams I once shared with Kate in the doctor's kitchen. I suppose all of that died with her; and if it might seem...

I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.

Will closed his eyes. He could not hear Jem go, not anymore; he did not want to know the moment when he left and Will was alone, did not want to know when his first day as a Shadowhunter without a...

Until recently, I lived in a world where lost things could always be replaced. But it has been made overwhelmingly clear to me now that anything you think is yours by right can vanish, and what you...

You know, no one ever appreciates you until you're gone.

Spoilers. - River...

Grieving, like being blind, is a strange business; you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning, but after the early bursts of tears, after the praises have been spoken, and the good...

This is true, and defines the lostness of the grief struck. You constantly report things, so that the loved one 'knows'. You may be aware that you are fooling yourself {though, if aware, are at the...