Quote by Haruki Murakami

“His eyes were teary from the wind, red-rimmed and bloodshot. His nose was running and there were tears on his windblown cheeks. She”

— Alice McDermott

“When I turned back, he was already walking away. It was a brilliantly clear day, not a cloud in sight, and yet the sun…

— Jessica Shirvington

“He had no idea how to deal with the staggering amount of grief he felt, so he looked to the sun and blinded himself…

— Scott Stabile

“And I felt him to be more fragile still. I felt the need of protecting him, as if he himself were a flame that…

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“He bent his head towards his shoulder and tried to look pitiful and humble, but for all that he was radiant with freshness and…

— Leo Tolstoy

“Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming less consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys. Other sources…

— Veronica Rossi

“I felt sure of this. However much I loved him, and as beautiful as the world was, none of it was powerful enough to…

— Banana Yoshimoto

“The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing…

— Chris Nicolaisen

“His face frightened me, as it did everyone; but not because it was brutal, not because it was evil. On the contrary, it frightened…

— Anonymous

“Some felt that perhaps in his past lay a tragedy with which he had never been able to make his peace, that the only…

— Dean Koontz

“I took one look at his composed face and know he doesn’t understand, because if he did understand, he would be weeping, too, for…

— Marta Acosta

“He could not talk himself out of pain any longer. He had no one to be strong for. So finally, he cried. He cried…

— Rachel Simon