" How long does it take them before they accept death’s new regime? For now, there is no possible translation for what they are feeling; it strikes them down in a language that percedes language from before words, before grammar , an unsharable language that is perhaps another name for pain. Impossible to extricate themselves from it, impossible to substitute another description for it, impossible to reconstruct in another image. They are at once cut off from themselves and from the world that surrounds them. "

― Maylis de Kerangal , The Heart