#bereavement

It's being without him that I'll never get used to. ↗

— Christopher Buecheler

#grief #loss #love #love

I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#grief #love #love

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. ↗

— Rumi

#consolation #grief #loss #reincarnation #loss

You don't know who is important to you until you actually lose them. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#loss #loss

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved ↗

— Iris Murdoch

#darkness #grief #imagination

grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#grief #mourning #poetry #sorrow #sisters

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story it will be common, though it be singular it will be known to you so that by the end you will think— no, you will realize— that it was all the while yourself arranging the words, that it was all the time words that you yourself, out of your heart had been saying. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#grief #loss #love #pain #spirituality

And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#gift #grief #loss #love #passion

You never know what you have till you've lost it. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#loss #misattributed #lost

Sometimes, there was no getting over it. Sometimes, you lived with the empty place inside of you until you imploded on it, loss as singularity, or until the empty place expanded and hollowed out the rest of you so thoroughly you became the walking dead, a ghost in your own life. ↗

— Caitlin Kittredge

#grief #loss #life