#grief

You can never recover from losing a person you love, but you can find a way to let it be part of your life rather than letting it take over every part of you ↗

— Darien Gee

#love #relationships #friendship

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

There is an hour, a minute - you will remember it forever - when you know instinctively on the basis of the most inconsequential evidence, that something is wrong. You don't know - can't know - that it is the first of a series of "wrongful" events that will culminate in the utter devastation of your life as you have known it. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

#grief #loss #life

He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#grief #life #life

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#grief #hard #life #newborn #room

Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting. ↗

— Anita Shreve

#emotion #grief #life #pain #physical

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

Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I'm heavy, like there's to much gravity on my heart. ↗

— Sarah Ockler

#loss #love #love