Apocalypse Quote by Kirby Howell
““I opened the door of my mother's stand-alone wardrobe and let the smell of her wash over me. I loved having this one unspoiled part of her left just for me. I leaned forward, slipped my face in between the hanging silks and chiffons. Her scent was warm and possessive. If my idea of home had a smell, this would be it. Home. Mother. Oh God, please. My face crumpled, and my knees gave out. I pitched forward into her hanging clothes, grabbing at her blouses and dresses, smelling of gardenias and dusk. I fell to the closet floor, pulling some with me. I toppled amongst her shoes; stinging eyes squeezed shut, mouth frozen open in a silent "O." They were out there somewhere, their lifeless bodies, still and cold, and they would never be coming home again. I curled my legs inside the wardrobe and pulled the door closed, shutting myself away with her memory.””
About This Quote
Source Short story: “The Wardrobe” by Kirby Howell, published 2023
A vivid recollection of a child's deep emotional connection to a mother's presence, expressed through scent and memory, confronting loss and longing for comfort.
In simple terms: A child feels deep love and grief tied to a mother's wardrobe and scent.
Key Takeaway
Acknowledge and honor memories that shape your sense of home.
Themes
memory
grief
family
home
identity
Mood
melancholic
reflective
intimate
Type
narrative
emotional
poetic
When to use this quote
- visiting a childhood home
- processing loss
- creating personal rituals
- comfort seeking
- reflecting on family ties
Key Concepts
nostalgia
attachment
sensory memory
Questions to Reflect On
- How do sensory memories influence your sense of belonging?
- What rituals help you honor loved ones?
A Different Perspective
The intensity of grief may overwhelm, making it hard to move forward.
