When you die of sorrow it's as if you've broken all the bones in your body, bruised yourself all over, cracked your skull. That's sorrow.
Interpretation
Sorrow can feel overwhelming and physically painful, akin to severe physical injuries.
In this quote, Roberto Bolaño vividly illustrates the profound impact of sorrow on a person, comparing it to the physical agony of broken bones and bruises. He conveys that the emotional suffering of sorrow can be so intense that it manifests in bodily sensations, emphasizing the weight of grief and loss that one feels when confronted with deep sadness.
In practice
During a speech at a memorial service to express the depth of loss felt by the community.
Coincidence obeys no laws and if it does we don't know what they are. Coincidence, if you'll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures. In that hurricane, in that osseous implosion, we find communion.
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
I'd obviously never heard of the group, but my ignorance in literary matters is to blame for that (every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me).
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.
The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of one's self to others.
Most of the people who came for dancing lessons had Rumba ambitions and minuet bodies
We are not perfect. The people around us are not perfect. People do things that annoy, disappoint, and anger. In this mortal life it will always be that way. Nevertheless, we must let go of our grievances. Part of the purpose of mortality is to learn how to let go of such things. That is the Lord’s way. Remember, heaven is filled with those who have this in common: They are forgiven. And they forgive.
Since people are going to be living longer and getting older, they'll just have to learn how to be babies longer.
Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Hope is the last thing that dies in man; and though it be exceedingly deceitful, yet it is of this good use to us, that while we are traveling through life it conducts us in an easier and more pleasant way to our journey's end.
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