Never find fault with the absent.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
The absence of the dead . . . is their way of appearing.
Absence - that common cure of love.
There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realize that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realize, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, though you can put your hand out to where things were and feel that tense, shining dullness of the space where the memories are.
—Helen Macdonald in H is for Hawk
You see, for me, memories are difficult. Very often, they hurt. A curious thing about grief is the way it takes your entire life, all those foundational years that made you who you are, and makes them so painful to look back upon because of the absence there, that suddenly they're inaccessible.
—Casey McQuiston in White & Royal Blue