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...

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.

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...

Heartache, guilt, loss, grief, these things, too, are monsters.

Life has only three states-Happiness,Grief and Emptiness.The extreme state of life is emptiness.

The difference between me and the trees is that the trees let go of their leaves. I keep holding onto mine. The trees make room for new life. I don’t.

A long while yet will you keep that great mother’s grief. But it will turn in the end into quiet joy, and your bitter tears will be only tears of tender sorrow that purifies the...

If he didn’t love so deeply, he couldn’t grieve so deeply. But he’s drowning in it.

You can, for just a moment, fuse grief like a bone, but the memory of the ability to bend lingers inside, like an itch running in the blood, just beneath the skin: relief is always...

When I wear her clothes, I just feel safer, like she’s whispering in my ear.

I felt myself becoming angry too easily. I once saw a couple at a restaurant, and I could tell from their mannerisms that they were having some type of disagreement. I got mad at the...

She could almost feel him prodding her; urging her to go on. As the wails of pain and torment assulted her ears, she knew that’s exactly what she would do until the war was over...

Grieving the loss of a loved one—whether human or animal—is not only permissible, it is essential.

Taylor, what about the Brigadier who came searching for you that day? Whatever became of him?” I try to explain that the Brigadier is of no importance to my story, but he always shakes his...

The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.

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...