"I saw ordinary people made extraordinary by their giving as much as their grieving, by their laughter at their recollection as much as their grieving at their loss, and I saw how some people could be so absent while they are there and how others could be so present even when they’re gone."
— Conrado de Quiros
"Demons and devils will not be benefited by the death of a knight, they will be cursed by the inspiration he has left behind."
— Jose Ma. Montelibano
"Here’s what PTSD is like, and why people kill themselves over it. Think of life like a cave. If I send you into a cave with a lantern and tell you there are no bears in the cave, you feel safe. You will walk around the cave and enjoy yourself. Now what if I give you a lantern and a gun and tell you that there is a bear in there? You can still go down, but you’ll be careful to look for the bear and ready to run or shoot if you see it. Now, what if I send you down there with a gun but no lantern and simply say “bear” to you? Pretty soon, you’re in there, you can’t see the way out, and every rock you bump into feels like a bear. After a long enough time being down in the cave, you realize you don’t have enough ammo to shoot everything that might be a bear. It has nothing to do with running out of food or water or feeling like you’re fighting some unwinnable battle with the bear. You just get sick and tired of the uncertainty. Are you going to live through the night? Are you going to wake up to a bear gnawing your intestines? You get to the point where you just wish the bear would come along and end it. And when he doesn’t come, you decide to do it yourself."
— Jim Gourley
Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will [eventually] enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have her no longer. Now you will often think of days past when you had her.
When you are used to this horrible thing that they will forever be cast into the past, then you will gently feel her revive, returning to take her place, her entire place, beside you. At the present time, this is not yet possible.
Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power … that has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.
— Marcel Proust
"He cannot bear to be without her for more than an hour. Even now he calls her hija, delights in her beauty and tells her “mahal na mahal kita,” somehow forgetting that his darling is an octogenarian like him."
— Cynthia Cruz-Datu, Isagani Cruz, SC justice, Inquirer columnist; 88
"When your memories outnumber your dreams, you’re getting old."
— The Last Psychiatrist