The tears I feel todayI’ll wait to shed tomorrow.Though I’ll not sleep this nightNor find surcease from sorrow.My eyes must keep their sight:I dare not be tear-blinded.I must be free to talkNot choked with grief,...

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

Thus heaven’s gift to us is this: That habit takes the place of bliss.

For in grief nothing “stays put.” One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a...

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.

Goodbyes are not easy, but I’m ready to move on. I’m not reluctant, Emma, not holding back. I don’t have answers to the questions, but I have some good questions. I have loved life, but...

we are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for...

Love is a debt, she thought. When the bill comes, you pay in grief.

Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here’s what really happens: The spaces between the times you miss them grow longer. Then, when you do remember to miss them again, it’s...

Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone…

My heart broke when he died, split in half and fell down into my stomach or somewhere deep and muddy, and I’m still not sure where it is now. I hear it beating sometimes in...

Dear God, don’t let him suffer.

They say (she had read somewhere) that no one ever disappears, up in the atmosphere, stratosphere, whatever you call space–atoms infinitely minute, beyond conception of existence, are up there forever, from the whole world, from...

The state of mind above which my distraction floats like fog is suddenly perfectly clear, though the right word for it is less immediately available. Grief is too sharp and immediate; maybe it’s the high...

The more I learn about life and people, the more I realise that everyone has a story and everyone’s story is the biggest in their own mind.” – Laylla Jonson

And this evening when I close my eyes against the darkness and think about her, I’ll imagine iridescent wings fluttering, if only for a moment, against cloudless blue skies.

Don’t love deeply, till you make sure that the other part loves you with the same depth, because the depth of your love today, is the depth of your wound tomorrow.

And they had folded his brother’s hands across his suited chest, as if he would be preserved in this sanguine pose forever, but only the heavy callouses visible at the sides of his hands seemed...

For human nature is such that grief and pain – even simultaneously suffered – do not add up as a whole in our consciousness, but hide, the lesser behind the greater, according to a definite...

The sounds of a man crying is a piteous noise, almost worse than an infant’s cry. Babies are either hungry, sick or bored, or need changing. This man was none of those things. He was...

People come and go from our lives all the time. It’s not our fault that people leave. The Universe is just making room for new people with new lessons.

The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.

Monday, June 9: People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re...

For grief has always been so dear to you that you would make me writhing in pain in the brothel of your imaginations than to be playing with a bunch of balloons in the yard...

But Balthamos couldn’t tell; he only knew that half his heart had been extinguished. He couldn’t keep still: he flew up again, scouring the sky as if to seek out Baruch in this cloud or...

We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed.” The 1960’s and 1970’s were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was...

At that moment his soul is fuller of the tomb and him who lies there than of the altar and Him of whom it speaks. Such stages have to be gone through, I believe, by...

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

Pruned my subconscious. Discovered new shoots.

I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.

I will not speak falsely and say to you: ‘Do not grieve for me when I go.’ I have loved my children and tried to be a good mother and it is right that my...

Getting over it so soon? But the words are ambiguous. To say the patient is getting over it after an operation for appendicitis is one thing; after he’s had his leg off is quite another....

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.