Tucked inside the moments of this great sadness – this feeling of being punctured, scrambling and stricken – were also moments of the brightest, most swollen and logic shattering happiness I’ve ever experienced. One moment...

Pain is pain…Just because one person’s problem is less traumatic than another’s doesn’t mean they’re required to hurt less.

For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can’t see.

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

Grief does not change you it reveals you, Hazel.

I don’t care about losing people who don’t wanna be in my life anymore. I’ve lost people who meant the world to me and I’m still doing just fine.

It had been so long since she had felt anything.

Enjoy your life, the time you have now, because time cannot be found only lost.

It was a haunting tune, unresigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire’s fiddle cried out for the dead, and for...

In the middle of this journey, we lose a bit of ourselves. We do not know where we are or where we’re headed. We look for directions, seek for guidance, and if we’re lucky, we...

I was never hurt by loss as much as I was hurt by the people who tried to make me feel like a winner,they made it worse

I don’t want to be the person who gasps in fear whenever she hears the sound of a doorbell or a phone. I just want to lose myself in these hills, in the river winding...

…and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

Warm summer sun, shine brightly here, Warm Southern wind, blow softly here, Green sod above, lie light, lie light, Good night, dear heart; good night, good night.

The worst pain … isn’t the pain you feel at the time, it’s the pain you feel later on when there’s nothing you can do about it, They say that time heals all wounds, But...

Missing Alina was worse than a terminal illness. At least when you were terminal you knew the pain was going to end eventually. But there was no light at the end of my tunnel. Grief...

What I would give right now, to feel nothing.

If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again...

People and birds were alike. Things happened that hurt them or made their lives harder. All the time. But losing someone or something important didn’t mean the end of everything. It meant you had to...

There is nothing I can give to the lost, except this: I have a responsibility I need to fathom. I have a sorrow I cannot weigh.

they (who by their very nature are impatient) fling themselves at each other when love takes hold of them, they scatter themselves, just as they are, in all their messiness, disorder, bewilderment. And what can...

By seeing the multitude of people around it, by being busied with all sorts of worldly affairs, by being wise to the ways of the world, such a person forgets himself, in a divine sense...

You have to value your life.If you don’t value your life it’s like you don’t really care about the things you’ve lost.

I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories which can lessen the pain at losing a person you have...

photographs are very interesting, and you can look into them a million times and still find a new meaning in them, something in the past that was caught in the film itself…

I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn’t regret any of it.

There are times when our victories have a cost that we did not foresee, when winning brings us loss.

Those intricate curves and patterns your people create are beyond human eyes and hands to make. Perhaps we wished to avoid a poor imitation that would only have been an ever-present reminder to us of...

I’ve come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it’s inevitable. Fight for it.

There are certain shocks which, if sufficiently strong, seem to have power to destroy the balance of life. Such a shock would seem to overthrow all the intricate, vital, slowly developed mechanism of mind, to...

Christmas is such a time of struggle anyway, crammed with busy and hurry and the expectation that you will be joyful, no matter what. Then, if you’re like me, when you just sit quietly, just...

Scars prove that you’re still here. That you can move on. Maybe missing a chunk of yourself, but here, goddamn it, surviving.

I knew a girl, once, immortal like me-“”And she was with someone mortal?” said Alec. “What happened?””He died,” Magnus said. There was a finality to the way he said it that spoke of a deeper...

You’re a mystery.

He wanted revenge and I knew he would not stop until he got it. I had to hope he would run out of fuel.

Rejection is one of the worse forms of pain. Loss is the worst. Grief haunts until you allow yourself to move on.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can’t avoid....

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn’t survive.

And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite...

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

You know, I think the people I feel saddest for are the ones who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder, who felt their emotions floating...

After your visits, I twisted my blinds shut every night. I locked out the stars and I never saw lightning again. Each night, I simply turned out the lights and went to bed.

One of the things that helps use cope with loss is the fact that while memories may remian, the emotions associated with them will fade like old photographs. At the same time, there is a...

The fairest things have fleetest end,Their scent survives their close:But the rose’s scent is bitternessTo her who loved the rose.

My mom was there to answer the unanswerable, to make sense of the fault in our life – and we got through that somehow; we came out on the other side. Now I’m 0 for...

It is true that the grief journey is very lonely, but it is also up to you to decide just how lonely you will make it.

Uncoupling is a dramatic life event, whose importance is reflected in the eagerness of people to discuss their relationships even years later. Indeed, in attempting to put the story in chronological order, there was no...

The way he said it spoke of an ache I recognized. I knew that no matter how similar they were, no two losses were the same, but despite his loss being from a different circumstance,...

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on...

It’s all right. I’m not upset. After all, they were just things. When you’ve lost your mother and your father, you can’t care so much about things, can you?