Andre Aciman Quotes

It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself.

We never think that our mothers will die. It was like suddenly an abyss opened at my feet - I was standing on nothing. It was the strangest thing. Her passing away ripped the solidity out of the world.

The loss of my father left a great emptiness in my heart.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

Widow. The word consumes itself.

'Blue Nights' is a story of loss: simple, wrenching, inconsolable loss.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

Father's Day was great, but all the family gatherings brought up my mother's death. Maybe it's me, because I am a wimp. We would get together, but there was someone missing!

My life was very tenuous last year. My daughter's death, in March in 2007, was unexpected. It was a shock. I didn't know if I'd survive it.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

One word I had throughout the first year and a half of my mother's death was 'unmoored.' I felt that I had no anchor, that I had no home in the world.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

I began writing 'The Cold Song' in the months following my father's death, when I felt this sense of loss, disappearance, of being right in the middle of life and wondering: 'What now? How to proceed?'

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

When the people you love are gone, you're alone.

She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.

All my friends, they're all gone. I've outlived them all.

Chris' absence is very much felt. There's just a huge void in our home life.

Nothing had prepared me for the depth of pain George's death precipitated.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.