#grief

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy. ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#grief #grieving #loss #love #sadness

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. I mean my own body. It had such a different importance while it was the body of H.'s lover. Now it's like an empty house. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#death #faith #grief #grieving #loss

What's even more messed up than funerals, is the way people treat you after the funeral. Like you're diseased or something. ↗

— Denise Jaden

#truth #faith

Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#grief #life #love #death

I would have been glad if it had been the Lord's will to let one of my children live. ↗

— Karen Cecil Smith

#grief #family

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#grief #jellicoe-road #love #melina-marchetta #family

Simply touching a difficult memory with some slight willingness to heal begins to soften the holding and tension around it. (74) ↗

— Stephen Levine

#grief #healing #healing-the-past #memory #tension

In the darkness of night, Demons strut, taunting, goading. In the light of day, Angels sing glorious songs. In the time in between, We live our lives alone and searching. And sometimes, softly, You understand damnation. All is forgotten, all is lost, All but forgiveness And the memory of her kiss. ↗

— Lisa Mangum

#kiss #life #love #memory #the-sands-of-grief

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#grief #loss #mourning #suffering #death

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. ...We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#grief #memoir #friendship