#grief

My mother's last word to me clanks inside me like an iron bell that someone beats at dinnertime: love, love, love, love, love. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

#beauty

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#grief

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#grief

The more one suffered and lived, the more one had known of joy and grief, the deeper the response must be if an artist were great enough to summon it. ↗

— Rachel Field

#artists #grief #joy #life #life-and-living

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#guilt #guilt

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#healing #magnus-bane #time #will-herondale #grief

It doesn't get better," I said. "The pain. The wounds scab over and you don't always feel like a knife is slashing through you. But when you least expect it, the pain flashes to remind you you'll never be the same. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#grief #pain #grief

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude. ↗

— Thornton Wilder

#gratitude #grief

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#grief

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. ↗

— Andrea Gibson

#bones #grief #the-madness-vase #trauma #grief