#grieving

You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be. ↗

— Nigella Lawson

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I had to go on without my mother, even though I was suffering terribly, grieving her. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

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The dirty secret she’d learned about grief was that nobody wanted to hear about your loss a week after the funeral. People you’d once considered friends would turn their heads in church or cross to another side of a shopping mall to avoid the contamination of your suffering. “You might imagine I’m coping day by day,” she murmured. “But it’s more a case of hour by hour, and during my worst times, minute by minute. ↗

— Susan Dormady Eisenberg

#grief #grieving #suffring #imagination

The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

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It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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But grieving people are selfish. They won’t let you comfort them and they say you don’t understand and they make you feel useless when all your life you’ve been functional to them. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#georgie #grieving #lucia #selfish #life

The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to. ↗

— Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and John Kessler

#grieving #love

Faris turned on him. "Why choose to wear black today, of all days? I know why I'm in black. Why are you? Mourning? He looked startled. "One does not wear mourning for a servant." You still don't understand, do you? He was not my servant." He regarded her anger, aghast. "What then? What else could he be? Her empty hands shook as she held them out to him. Her voice shook as she replied, "Glove to my hand." Slowly she closed her fists. "Everything. ↗

— Caroline Stevermer

#grieving #young-adult #anger

It's a wonderful thing to write. You can reclaim the things you lost. ↗

— Jeremy Page

#writing #change

America had taken my father from me. And over most of the years of his illness, I gradually started feeling this support system from this country who-people grieving along with us. ↗

— Patti Davis

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