#grief

Who elected Larry King America's grief counselor? We, the viewing public, did, by driving up his ratings whenever somebody famous passes. ↗

— James Wolcott

#counselor #did #driving #elected #famous

The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#inspirational #joy #memories #memory #pain

The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#depression #grief #hurt #pain #sadness

It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you've accepted that someone is out of your life, that you've grieved and it's over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you've lost that person all over again. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#loss #life

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray. ↗

— Susan Beth Pfeffer

#susan-beth-pfeffer #life

I had always turned to books, to knowledge, to help me get through everything in my life—and, sometimes, to escape it. But grief was a journey through a forest of razor blades. I walked through every painful inch of it—no shortcuts and no anesthesia. ↗

— Michele Bardsley

#grief #journey #life #life

They always prided themselves on looking youthful. “Forty’s the new thirty,” they’d joke. Until heartbreak and grief enter your life, and then forty’s the new one hundred. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#georgie #grief #heartbreak #life

It seemed so simple in a lot of ways, to use a basic melody to pull away from myself. To ease the pain and hide my feelings deep within a metaphor that only I understood. I couldn’t have foreseen that my quiet and dark night of the soul would start me down a path of expression through song. ↗

— Mike Ericksen

#healing-grief #music #music

She needed to recover. His father had died in January; it was only the end of May. They needed to stick to the routine they'd established during the intervening months. in that way, their life would return to its original shape, like a spring stretched in bad times but contracting eventually into happiness. That the world could come permanently unsprung had never occurred to him. (223) ↗

— David Wroblewski

#happiness #recovery #life

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

— Christopher Buecheler

#grief #loss #love #love