“When I talk about unrequited love, most of you probably think about romantic love, but there are many other kinds of love that are not adequately returned, if they are returned at all. An angry adolescent may not love her mother back as her mother loves her; an abusive father doesn't return the innocent open love of his young child. But grief is the ultimate unrequieted love. However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...”
―
Rosamund Lupton,
Sister
“I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Grief is love turned into an eternal missing” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . . ” ― Rosamund Lupton
“And I felt closer to you. Because you knew me so much better than I'd realized - and still loved me.” ― Rosamund lupton, Sister
“There is no new beginning. No second chance.You turned to me and I wasn't there.You are dead. If I had taken your call, you would be alive.It's as blunt as that.I'm sorry.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“A selfish person can still love someone else, can't they? Even when they've hurt them and let them down.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“For a moment amongst the crowd, I saw you. I've since found out it's common for people separated from someone they love to keep seeing that loved one amongst strangers; something to do with recognition units in our brain being too heated and too easily triggered. This cruel trick of the mind lasted only a few moments, but was long enough to feel with physical force how much I needed you.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“...grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. ...It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“When someone dies they can be any age you remember can't they ' she asked. As I tried to think of a reply she continued 'You probably think about the grown-up Tess because you were still close to her. But when I woke up I thought of her when she was three wearing a fairy skirt I'd got her in the Woolworth's and a policeman's helmet. Her wand was a wooden spoon. On the bus yesterday I imagined holding her when she was two days old. I felt the warmth of her. I remembered all her fingers clasped around my finger so tiny they didn't even meet. I remembered the shape of her head and stroking the nape of her neck till she slept. I remembered her smell. She smelled of innocence. Other times she's thirteen and so pretty that I worry for her everytime I see a man look at her. All of those Tesses is my daughter.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Because you are my sister in every fiber of my being....but there are aother strands that link us, that wouldn't be seen by even the strongest electron microscope.......We are conjoined by hundreds os thousands of memories that silt down into you and stop being memories and become a part of who you are.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Sex and laughter. The heart and lungs of a relationship.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“And imagine acquiring a new language and only learning the words to describe a wonderful world, refusing to know the words for a bleak one and in doing so linguistically shaping the world that you inhabit.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“I threw everything we had together - the strong roots and stems and leaves and beautiful soft blossoms of sisterhood - into the earth with you. And I was left standing on the edge, so diminished by the loss that I thought I could no longer be there.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Grief is love turned into an eternal missing” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . . ” ― Rosamund Lupton
“And I felt closer to you. Because you knew me so much better than I'd realized - and still loved me.” ― Rosamund lupton, Sister
“There is no new beginning. No second chance.You turned to me and I wasn't there.You are dead. If I had taken your call, you would be alive.It's as blunt as that.I'm sorry.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“A selfish person can still love someone else, can't they? Even when they've hurt them and let them down.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“For a moment amongst the crowd, I saw you. I've since found out it's common for people separated from someone they love to keep seeing that loved one amongst strangers; something to do with recognition units in our brain being too heated and too easily triggered. This cruel trick of the mind lasted only a few moments, but was long enough to feel with physical force how much I needed you.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“...grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. ...It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“When someone dies they can be any age you remember can't they ' she asked. As I tried to think of a reply she continued 'You probably think about the grown-up Tess because you were still close to her. But when I woke up I thought of her when she was three wearing a fairy skirt I'd got her in the Woolworth's and a policeman's helmet. Her wand was a wooden spoon. On the bus yesterday I imagined holding her when she was two days old. I felt the warmth of her. I remembered all her fingers clasped around my finger so tiny they didn't even meet. I remembered the shape of her head and stroking the nape of her neck till she slept. I remembered her smell. She smelled of innocence. Other times she's thirteen and so pretty that I worry for her everytime I see a man look at her. All of those Tesses is my daughter.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Because you are my sister in every fiber of my being....but there are aother strands that link us, that wouldn't be seen by even the strongest electron microscope.......We are conjoined by hundreds os thousands of memories that silt down into you and stop being memories and become a part of who you are.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“Sex and laughter. The heart and lungs of a relationship.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“And imagine acquiring a new language and only learning the words to describe a wonderful world, refusing to know the words for a bleak one and in doing so linguistically shaping the world that you inhabit.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
“I threw everything we had together - the strong roots and stems and leaves and beautiful soft blossoms of sisterhood - into the earth with you. And I was left standing on the edge, so diminished by the loss that I thought I could no longer be there.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister
