#grief

Most kids grow sullen and angry when they’re working through issues, but Thanet mustered up another kind of bull-headed strength. The kind that sees beyond circumstances to what really matters. How could anyone hurt a soul that lovely? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#cerebral-palsy #dating #glass-girl #grief #henry-whitmire

How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How many times before the damage is irreparable? ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#death #grief #historical-fiction #loss #love

Experience teaches that the fire of mental grief is intensified by being confined to its own hearth. ↗

— Fr James Groenings

#grief #loneliness #experience

Relationships take up energy; letting go of them, psychiatrists theorize, entails mental work. When you lose someone you were close to, you have to reassess your picture of the world and your place in it. The more your identity was wrapped up with the deceased, the more difficult the loss. ↗

— Meghan O'Rourke

#grief #identity #loss #mourning #relationships

Sometimes it is hard not to say, 'God forgive God.' Sometimes it is hard to say so much. But if our faith is true, He didn't. He crucified Him. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#grief #religious #faith

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#happiness #inspirational #faith

By standing respectfully and faithfully at the borders of another’s solitude, we may mediate the love of God to a person who needs something deeper than any human being can give. ↗

— Parker Palmer

#faith

Of course the cat will growl and spit at the operator and bite him if she can. But the real question is whether he is a vet or a vivisector. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#faith #god #grief #trust #faith

It was like someone had died- like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true loves, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family- the whole life that I'd chosen...  ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#grief #hurt #upset #family

In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of us anyway. We are corpses. At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of her love has made us zombies. We get up every morning, skip breakfast, hurry off to work or school. For in those other places, we are more at home. And sometimes we stagger beneath the weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#grief #rebirth #resurrection #zombies #beauty