We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time

I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that's hard to look at.

We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a silver lining in the clouds. But I believe there is real value in just standing there, being still, being sad.

We look back to the most important moment in our history, and that becomes the dividing line between what we were and what we are now.

So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action.

We do an epically bad job of acknowledging one another's work and checking our sources.

I knew that time would now pass for me differently than it would for him - that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he'd once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter.