Bereavement Quote by Libba Bray

“When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things…

— Marcel Proust

Times like this it did seem real I was leaving, and even more that my family, and this life, would go on without me.…

— Sarah Dessen

The place didn't look the same but it felt the same; sensations clutched and transformed me. I stood outside some concrete and plate-glass tower-block,…

— Penelope Lively

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone,…

— Marcel Proust

I'm slowly becoming a repository for decomposing sorrows, regrets, ignored injustice, and forgotten promises. I can still feel its stench. But when I get…

— Mesa Selimovic

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

— Vladimir Nabokov

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a…

— Mark Strand

Have you ever happened, reader, to feel that subtle sorrow of parting with an unloved abode? The heart does not break, as it does…

— Vladimir Nabokov

After my husband died, I felt like one of those spiraled shells washed upon the beach... Poke a straw through the twisting tunnel, around…

— Lynn Caine

I still preserve those relics of past sufferings and experience, like pillars of witness set up in travelling through the valve of life, to…

— Anne Bronte

When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.

— Marcel Proust

“On the few occasions when we did visit my grandfather at the Evergreen Moral Home for the Aged Sick and Handicapped, I never wanted…

— Hwee Hwee Tan