#grief

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they’d been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn’t the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. “God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day… ↗

— J.R. Ward

#loss #love #love

If we deny the grief its right in our lives, then we must question the love for which the grief is supposedly rooted. God's grief is founded in His love for Himself and His love for us. Looking at God as our model is healthy. Facing the pain means honoring those with whom our love is rooted. ↗

— W. Scott Lineberry

#grief #pain #love

That Woman is in love with her own grief. ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#love

I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#grief #love #love

How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again? ↗

— Dee Remy

#insanity #loss #love #madness #mind-body-spirit

I respect the hell out of her for how hard she’s working to be okay. I just wish she’d let me show her how to let go, how to let herself hurt. I want to take her pain. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#falling #falling-into-you #grief #hurt #jasinda-wilder

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ↗

— Colette

#curiosity #flowers #friendly #friends #grief

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#mourning #sadness #sorrow #suffering #sad

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#grief #loss #mourning #sadness #sorrow

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#walking