Tuesday, July 14, 2009

On grief

~Henry, from The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger:

"Today is the thirty-seventh anniversary of my mother's death. I have thought of her, longed for her, every day of those thirty-seven years, and my father has, I think, thought of her almost without stopping. If fervent memory could raise the dead, she would be our Eurydice, she would rise like Lady Lazarus from her stubborn death to solace us. But all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath. The only thing my need could do was bring me to her."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love, love, love this book. I thought of you tonight when I saw a trailer for the movie. I don't think I could watch it, lest it turn out to be another "A Prayer for Owen Meany" - another book I adore that had the soul sucked out of it in the movie version.