What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name? — Rachel Caine, Black Dawn
What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name? — Rachel Caine, Black Dawn
What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name? — Rachel Caine, Black Dawn
What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name? — Rachel Caine, Black Dawn
What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name? — Rachel Caine, Black Dawn
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What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?

— Rachel Caine, Black Dawn
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Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry. — Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
And when I look around the apartment where I now am,—when I see Charlotte’s apparel lying before me, and Albert’s writin — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
I do hope that when the day comes, whether in 1, 10, or 100 years, I don’t want you to think of me and feel sad. — Esther Earl, This Star Won't Go Out: The Life and Words of Esther Grace Earl
[F]or grief is felt not so much for the want of what we have never known, as for the loss of that to which we have been — Pericles
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,And doth it give me such a sight as this? — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival. — Faraaz Kazi
That's the worst of sorrow . . . it's always a vicious circle. It makes one tense and hard and disagreeable, and this me — Vera Brittain, Testament of Youth
You are a most effective killer, Michel. Is it true you wept like a child when they killed your sister? That you cried o — P.A. Minyard, The Beloved
Sometimes it's hard not to let other people's misery seep into your own bones. — Gilly Macmillan, Odd Child Out
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