#grief

The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to. ↗

— Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and John Kessler

#grieving #love

It may be a cat, a bird, a ferret, or a guinea pig, but the chances are high that when someone close to you dies, a pet will be there to pick up the slack. Pets devour the loneliness. They give us purpose, responsibility, a reason for getting up in the morning, and a reason to look to the future. They ground us, help us escape the grief, make us laugh, and take full advantage of our weakness by exploiting our furniture, our beds, and our refrigerator. We wouldn't have it any other way. Pets are our seat belts on the emotional roller coaster of life--they can be trusted, they keep us safe, and they sure do smooth out the ride. ↗

— Nick Trout

#love #pets #humor

Still everyone, including the abbot, had said that he was running away from his grief. They'd had no idea what they were talking about. He'd cradled his grief, almost to the point of loving it. For so long he refused to give it up, because leaving it behind was like leaving her. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#love

When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#love #love

Loving someone means that you will inevitable grieve for them; love is an engraved invitation for grief. ↗

— Sunshine O'Donnell

#love #love

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To her who loved the rose. ↗

— Francis Thompson

#loss #yearning #love

...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved... ↗

— John Geddes

#hurt #love #superficiality #love

The whole point of crying was to quit before you cornied it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted, let yourself go and you started embellishing your own sobs. ↗

— Richard Yates

#grief #corruption

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 worse, ourselves. as we were. as we are no longer. as we will one day not be at all. ↗

— Joan Didion

#awareness

I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What. ↗

— John Green

#grief #life #life-and-death #death