Was there time for her life to flash before her eyes? Was I there?
John GreenMots clés death
I knew we were all thinking of her, dead and laughless, cold, no longer Alaska. The idea that Alaska didn’t exist still stunned me every time I thought about it. She’s rotting underground in Vine Station, Alabama, I thought, but even that wasn’t quite it. Her body was there, but she was nowhere, nothing, POOF.
John GreenMots clés death
weltschmerz: its the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be.
John GreenWe are all going.
John GreenYou shall love your crooked neighbor / With your crooked heart..
John GreenSo dawn goes down to day, the poet wrote. Nothing gold can stay.
John GreenSchadenfreude,' Colin said. Finding pleasure in others' pain.
John GreenSo we all matter- maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.
John GreenI cannot stop thinking that she is dead, and I cannot stop thinking that she cannot possibly be dead. People do not just die. I can’t catch my breath.
John GreenMots clés death
Chip, she’s gone,” and he said, “I thought I’d feel her looking down on us, but you’re right. She’s just gone
John GreenMots clés death-and-dying
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