We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
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It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the pain of losing loved ones to suicide, emphasizing love's lasting impact despite their absence.
This poignant quote underscores the deep emotional turmoil experienced when loved ones choose solitude over connection, ultimately leading to tragedy. It illustrates that age, gender, or circumstance become irrelevant when faced with the irrevocable loss of those we care about, highlighting the profound sorrow of calling out for someone who is eternally unreachable. The speaker grapples with the inability to heal or restore what has been lost, signifying that suicide creates a chasm that love alone cannot bridge.
Themes
LossLoveSuicideGriefRelationships
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about mental health, one might use this quote to highlight the impact of suicide.
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