Quote by Frank Delaney

“how to be poignant and moving and clever on the face of that, when all I felt was hollow.”

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

“A silhouette was striding down the center of the road, heading for the alley we’d just vacated. Lean, tall, a long black coat rippling…

— Julie Kagawa

“He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black silhouette, as…

— Amanda DeWees

“His black hat sat on his head with a careful, placed expression and his face had a fragile look as if it might have…

— Flannery O'Connor

“There was light and there was darkness, and where once, so recently, he had sat at his desk bathed in that light, now he…

— Shamim Sarif

“He wore his weariness like an elegant cloak, but it was still there.”

— Leigh Bardugo

“It simply fell from him, like a heavy overcoat he'd shrugged off, no longer needing its warmth or bulk to protect him.”

— Joyce Carol Oates

“He looked down at me without recognition, and I realized with a little stab of anxiety that he must have forgotten all about me,…

— Daphne du Maurier

“And as I looked at him, I suddenly felt, for the very first time in my life, utterly, entirely alone. That something was gone…

— Jim Butcher

“He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow…

— Denise Hunter

“He had layers that he wore like leather. I didn't want to even think about peeling those layers away to find out what was…

— Nina Lane

“He died in his sleep one night. An aneurysm, the doctors said. I found him, cold, smiling. Maybe he’d been dreaming of Mother when…

— Jim Butcher