Parenting Quote by C.S. Pacat

“Forgive me,’ he whispered. I held my father’s gaze. Sometimes he seemed to grow a little older just by looking at me and remembering.…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“And my dad, who was somehow still dead, did what he sometimes did―died again, seconds after my waking.”

— Jeannie Vanasco

“Everything he did, as long as you stayed in the village, whether shouting obscenities at passing children or sleeping in the cemetery, all would…

— Nick Flynn

“Sometimes during the night, your father awakened. He rose from his bed, staggered across the room, and found the strength to raise the window…

— Mitch Albom

“Who had he been? A failed father, a runaway husband. A son. A packet of unopened letters. He was dead; he was dead.”

— Anthony Doerr

“I buried my grief for my son, not my memories, but my grief.”

— Deborah Smith

“The words came from him like a sob, a hoarse sound like the death rattle of a dying man; it seemed indeed like the…

— Honoré de Balzac

“Leaning against my father, the sadness finally broke open inside me, hollowing out my heart and leaving me bleeding. My feet felt rooted in…

— Laurie Halse Anderson

“He was shadows. Cool, calm, dead. Like Conash. The boy who had been Conash, but was no longer. Dead boy. Dead Son. Born dead…

— T.C. Southwell

“He fought, until he was only his body, the burn of flesh, the pounding of blood, the hot slick of sweat, until everything concentrated…

— C.S. Pacat

“You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of…

— J.K. Rowling

“People say they miss the deceased. I missed my father and my mother when they were still fully alive. They travelled through my childhood…

— Sylvia Kristel