But I explained that deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could...

I think the worst kind of grief is unacknowledged grief.

And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.

Pattie saw grief. Her eyes focused on a version of her own young self, and so many other children in Vietnam who grew up without parents, some abandoned because of their ethnicity, others because of...

Each night the black sky and the bright stars were my stunning companions; occasionally I’d see their beauty and solemnity so plainly that I’d realize in a piercing way that my mother was right. That...

There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.

Once you have walked down the grief path, what you have gained on your journey may turn into invaluable advice for someone else.

Hot heart-blood leaked from my face. From my eyes and my nose and my mouth. Not tears, because those would never stop. This was just liquid heartbreak seeping from my pores.

So much ice.She thumbed a drying tear away.How much water can the weight of ice carry?

I hid my grief well. (Hint: it’s in the basement)

There are silences and silences. No one of them is like another. There is the silence of grief in velvet-draped rooms of a plushly carpeted funeral parlor which is far different from the bleak and...

Parables, yes. We here are to lead life with woe. Tasting bitter.the Tai Chi instructor

There was no more meaningless phrase in all of language than “Cheer up!” The only way to get someone to cheer up was to help them forget, and saying “cheer up” had quite the opposite...

You can’t beat yourself up anymore,’ he says. ‘And you can’t compare your thing to my thing or to anyone else’s thing on the how-bad-should-I-feel? scale.

Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You’re not supposed to walk away!

There are lies in tears. The ones we weep most loudly are usually for ourselves, yet how easily we can pass them off as grief.

This is my life now. Absurd, but unpredictable. Not absurd because unpredictable but unpredictable because absurd. If I have lost the meaning of my life, I might still find small treasured things among the spilled...

It’s a race between your foolishness and your allotted days. Good luck.

Rage and grief are savage companions, but despair is the final undoing.

It is the blessing of dumb work done close to the earth-one gritty minute at a time, we move forward.

Cut.Take gazillion and one.This time with a little less weepy-weepy, please. A little less improvisation. A little less lip. A little more faith. A little more higher power. A little more prayer, a little less...

This worldthat was our homefor a brief spellnever brought us anythingbut pain and grief;its a shame that not one of our problemswas ever solved.We departwith a thousand regretsin our hearts.

How can she explain to him that every tear takes her further and further away from the box of razors that lies between them. How can she explain that she is terrified of such a...

There is a grotesquerie to grief as well. You lose the sense of your existence being rational, or justifiable. You feel absurd.

…beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life – and we do too, beneath torments of tears…

By showing that you don’t have to lose yourself, maybe someone else will feel some sort of comfort.

Countless times, I have imagined A. rising through the rivers of this land, to the surface of Florida to be found again, pulled into the air by new hands. The possibilities are endless, but most...

If you can get to be you, why can’t I get to be me?

There is uncertainty in hope, but even with its tenuous nature, it summons our strength and pulls us through fear and grief— and even death.

I rose and moved towards him. You would have done the same yourself. It is an ancient matter. Something propels you towards sudden grief, or perhaps also sometimes repels. You move away. I moved towards...

Happiness is a choice, To make a choice is utilizing your freewill to choose. Courage is getting out of your own way to let Happiness happen in your life in Abundance!

The bastard. How dare he? I was drowning in a fucking river that he was still attempting to save me from, and he was telling me he was going to push me back in and...

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there’s one person who never ceased to love you – yourself.

I’d much rather be hold up with a ball of yarn, tucked inside the safety of the house with my mother. Out there, you must come to grips with the rot and bone, bloom and...

This is my life,” Mandy declared, smiling sincerely. Alecto just looked concerned and very doubtful as the rain drizzled down the roads and sidewalks, towards the harbour where it fell into the ocean, indistinguishable from...

You haven’t lost Iraki, you know. I don’t know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know how it goes.’He’ll find his way inside you, and you’ll carry...

Eby knew all too well that there was a fine line when it came to grief. If you ignore it, it goes away, but then it always comes back when you least expect it. If...

A grieving person’s like a person treading in deep water–if they’ve nothing to hold on to, they lose hope. They slide right under.

As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents’ bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by...

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

No sapient could sustain happiness all of the time, just as no one could live permanently within anger, or boredom, or grief.

The ocean-blue bowl won’t refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back from the gaping earth-wounds.There will still come water, chill wind and happy goosebumps, and in the utmost corners of oaks, leaves laughing.

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

The catchers delight in the moment so frozen but soon discover that the nightingale expires, its clear flutelike song diminishes to silence, the trapped moment grows withered and without life.

But that’s just it; I can either focus on what I have lost, or what I have gained, and I choose the latter.

We can’t even remotely fathom that whatever is ending for us is always more than an ending.

All I can say is, it’s a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch, the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill...

Everything had shattered. The fact that it was all still there — the walls and the chairs and the children’s pictures on the walls — meant nothing. Every atom of it had been blasted apart...