He's been longing for it for a long time now. The end. He misses her so much that sometimes he can't bear existing in his own body.

You're not scared. You're just grieving. No one tells you humans that your sorrow feels like fear.

Noahnoah, promise me something, one very last thing: once your good-bye is perfect, you have to leave me and not look back. Live your life. It's an awful thing to miss someone who's still here.

The planet knows no greater silence than two dozen hearts after a loss.

It was as if he didn't want other people to talk to him, he was afraid that their chattering voices would drown out the memory of her voice.

It's been six months since she died. But Ove still inspects the whole house twice a day to feel the radiators and check that she hasn't sneakily turned up the heating.