”You know as well as I do that the dead don’t stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually, gradually, they lose hold of the earth…and the ambitions they had…and the pleasures they had…and the things they suffered…and the people they loved.
They get weaned away from the earth — that’s the way I put it, — weaned away.
And they stay here while the earth part of ‘em burns away, burns out; and all the time they slowly get indifferent to what’s goin’ on in Grover’s Corners.
They’re waitin’. They’re waitin’ for something that they feel is comin’. Something important, and great. Aren’t they waitin’ for the eternal part in them to come out clear?
Our Town by Thornton Wilder (via ink-piss)