She needed him so seldom, and her tears were so beautiful, and it was fitting, in his opinion, that tears should be shed by somebody over this heavy day’s work.

    — Margaret Kennedy, from The Constant Nymph

I breathed to myself, ‘Hold on! I’m coming.’

    — Helen Dunmore, from “Three Ways of Recovering a Body”

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Would I had the gift to paint the life I had lived!

    — Emma Goldman, from Living My Life

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They lay face to face in the semi-darkness, and while the great rain-cleansed city beyond the room settled to its softer nocturnal rhythms and their marriage uneasily resumed, she told him in a steady quiet voice of her shame, of the sweet boy’s passion for life, and her part in his death.

    — Ian McEwan, from The Children Act

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The hammering and the voices and the barking dog grew fainter, and, ‘Oh God,’ he thought, ‘what a bloody silly way to die…’

    — Daphne Du Maurier, from “Don’t Look Now”

[But come here, fear.]
I am alive and you are so afraid of dying.

    — Joy Harjo, from “I Give You Back”

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