“What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked.
"You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.”

“You bought the girls drinks and you stared at their perfect bodies and you pretended that they liked you. And they pretended that they liked you, too. When you stopped spending money, they got up and pretended that they liked someone else.”

George Alec Effinger book When Gravity Fails

“It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride.”

John Ruskin (1819–1900) English writer and art critic

“But what happens when you die?' 'You’re finished with,' Enderby said promptly. 'Done for. And even if you weren’t – well, you die then, gasp your last, then you’re sort of wandering, free of body. You wander around and then you come in contact with a sort of big thing. What is this big thing? God, if you like.”

Anthony Burgess (1917–1993) English writer

“When you love someone as much as that, you don't believe they can die. You think your love protects them.”

Irène Némirovsky (1903–1942) French novelist who died at the age of 39 in Auschwitz

“You have to wait for your mind to catch up with whatever it is it’s working on; then you can write a novel.”

James M. Cain (1892–1977) Novelist, short story writer, journalist

“I love you: You imagine hearing the words from someone not related to you, someone not your best friend, but when someone you love, someone you dream about, actually says them, it makes your body melt and your breath get caught in your chest.”

Sarah Mlynowski (1977) Novelist

“you will never catch up.
Walk around feeling like a leaf
know you could tumble at any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.

--The Art of Disappearing”

Naomi Shihab Nye (1952) American writer

“I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.”

Jodi Picoult Change of Heart

“What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It’s awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.”

Ivo Andrič (1892–1975) novelist, short story writer