“They that be born in the strength of youth are of one fashion, and they that are born in the time of age, when the womb fail, are otherwise.”

“He knows her like man knows earth, touching the surface but unaware of her depth.”

“I’m everyone everywhere with you without you unbound set free in limbo lost at sea.”

“We have talked about Suzy and about her last days, but it’s as if our lives stopped then and there. If I say anything to him about feeling lonesome, he goes outside and does some little chore. I can’t tell if he is secretly blaming me, or himself, or just too full of pain to talk. That was the one thing we could always do together. I wish for the old days. I wish for the struggling days and the days of Geronimo, and the days of birthing Charlie with no one but Jack to help me. How happy and in love we were then. I want to be in love again, but all I feel is darkness and shadows. Everything is changed and different”

“Loneliness is the standard that separates life from death.”

“The morgue is a Victorian update of a system established by Alfred the Great. It’s the place where certain deaths are resolved – those where the cause is unclear or is the result of some intended or accidental violence. The bodies are almost always victims in some way – of crime, suicides and car crashes, but also victims of loneliness. It’s where you go if you die alone in your flat and your body lies undisturbed for days. It’s where you go if no one knew you were dying and no GP attended your final hours. It’s where you go if no loved one held your hand as you slipped away. In one way or another, then, all the people who pass through this room are the people who die screaming.”

“It was not right, thought Han Fei-tzu, for his wife to die before him: her ancestor-of-the-heart had outlived her husband. Besides, wives should live longer than husbands. Women were more complete inside themselves. They were also better at living in their children. They were never as solitary as a man alone.”

“I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.”

“There’s a book of poetryin the lines of my handsthat no one wants to read”

“Eagle’s flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die”

“The MoonAnd, like a dying lady lean and pale,Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil,Out of her chamber, led by the insaneAnd feeble wanderings of her fading brain,The moon arose up in the murky eastA white and shapeless mass.Art thou pale for wearinessOf climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,Wandering companionlessAmong the stars that have a different birth,And ever changing, like a joyless eyeThat finds no object worth its constancy?”

“The person whom you really, really love may not be here anymore. And you might be feeling lonely, but, there are people in this world who really, really love you, so shouldn’t that equal it all out? So, please don’t ever think that you’re alone. I’ll be watching over you. I’ll always be watching over you. I promise to always watch over you. You’re not alone.”

“One as deformed and horrible as myself, could not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects… with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being…”