#grief

Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#grief #death

What if it's as simple as one moment? One tiny thing, like that kiss on the rocks? What if I'd kissed him a little longer? Would he be alive right now? Or what if I'd stayed with him Friday night, what if I'd been with him… wherever he was? ↗

— Kristina McBride

#grief #missing #what-if #death

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go. ↗

— Edwin Arlington Robinson

#death #friends #grief #loss #poetry

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing? ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#grief #spirituality #death

June is gone. For the first time, the enormity of that hits me. Every muscle aches, my heart most of all. I am throbbing with how much I miss her. It hurts worse than anything. I don't know how I'm supposed to be expected to live day to day carrying this kind of pain. I don't know how I'm supposed to go out there, spread her ashes, and let her go. I want to stop running away from everything. I want to find something to run toward. ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#grief #loss #death

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back -- to be sucked back -- into it? ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#grief #grieving #loss #stillbirth #death

And I hope she does not live in a dark world. Because even the most terrible loss doesn't have to make you darker; it can make you deeper. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#grief #growth #loss #death

It feels weird, being out in the real world again. Around people just living their lives like normal. Their presence is oppressive. The very fact that the world is going on as usual, like nothing ever happened, makes me want to scream. I know it's irrational to expect everything to grind to a halt because of June, but still. A wave of anxiety builds in my chest, my head pounding so loud it drowns out the noise of people talking and tapping away on their laptops. ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#grief #loss #death

-Just remember, what the French say. No, probably not the French, they've got a president or something. The Brits, maybe, or the Swedes. You know what I mean? - No, Matthew. What do they say? - The king is dead, that's what they say. The king is dead. Long live the king. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #grief #royalty #change

The day she was born,her grandfather made her a ring of silver and a polished stone, because he loved her already. ↗

— Aliki

#death #grandparent #grief #love #death