"The priest was young and seemed tired, not because of what had happened that night but because of something that had been wearing him down for years."
-Roberto Bolaño, 2666 (Translated by Natasha Wimmer)
"But I was weary of myself, and weary of my lonely rooms; and I did my own errands, for no better reason than that it was something to do." -Wilkie Collins, Armadale
"The re-beginning of one's life, at the re-beginning of every day, has always been something weary and hopeless to me for years past." -Wilkie Collins, Armadale
"'"I felt weary, weary, done up, as if I hadn't had one hour's sleep since the day I was born."'" -Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim
"Oh, cold world — I have grown so weary of you and all your horrible bathrooms."
-Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
"…And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood…" -Robert Frost, "Birches"
"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things." -Lemony Snicket, The Reptile Room
"…And if along with these should come
The man I held as half-divine;
Should strike a sudden hand in mind,
And ask a thousand things of home;
And I should tell him all my pain,
And how my life had drooped of late,
And he should sorrow o'er my state
And marvel what possessed my brain;
And I perceived no touch of change,
No hint of death in all his frame,
But found him all in all the same,
I should not feel it to be strange." -Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "In Memoriam A.H.H.: 14"
Bosola: Doth not death fright you?
Duchess: Who would be afraid on 't,
Knowing to meet such excellent company
in th' other world? -John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi
I think of you often so it's still very strange to realize another whole year has passed. Rest in peace Erica.
"Emily came downstairs laggingly, feeling that all the colour and music had somehow gone out of life, and that it stretched before her in unbroken greyness. Ten minutes later she was encompassed by rainbows and the desert of her future had blossomed like the rose." -L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs
"'There are times when I hate life. Other times again when I love it fiercely with an agonized realization of how beautiful it is — or might be…'" -L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest
"'There! I feel better for that little outburst of discontent. It has ejected something from my system. I know that into everybody's life must come some days of depression and discouragement when all things in life seem to lose savour. The sunniest day has its clouds; but one must not forget that the sun is there all the time.
How easy it is to be a philosopher — on paper!'" -L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest
"'Life never seems the same to me as it used to. Something is gone. I am not unhappy. But life seems a sort of negative affair. I enjoy it on the whole and have many beautiful moments. I have success — at least a sort of success — in growing measure and a keen appreciation of all the world and the times offer for delight and interest. But underneath it all is the haunting sense of emptiness.'" -L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest
Nazifa Islam grew up in Novi, Michigan. She graduated from the University of Michigan with a B.A. in English and is currently pursuing a Master of Fine Arts at Oregon State University. Her poetry and paintings have appeared in a number of publications, including Anomalous Press, From the Depths, Fat City Review, splinterswerve, and Flashquake. Her debut poetry 'Searching for a Pulse' was recently released by Whitepoint Press.