Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. – Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin. (Virago Press Ltd; New Ed edition May 19, 2001)
When you are small, if you reach out, and nobody takes your hand, you stop reaching out, and reach inside, instead. — Amanda Eyre Ward, How to Be Lost. (Ballantine Books; Reprint edition August 30, 2005)
We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing. — David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas. (Random House Trade Paperbacks August 17, 2004)
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition. — Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo. (Roc; Reprint edition April 7, 2009)
Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets. — Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger. (Knopf Books for Young Readers; Reprint edition May 9, 2006) Originally published 2002.
I needed to think backwards for a while. Thinking backwards I could remember the comfort of being curious and alone. — Michael Ondaatje, The Cat’s Table. (Jonathan Cape; 1st edition August 1, 2011)
It’s a terrible thing, isn’t it, the way we throw people away? — Kate Morton, The Secret Keeper. (Atria Books; First Edition edition October 16, 2012)