“The nights he had wept next to his sleeping wife, ashamed of his hunger: the longing that his parents might come to him.” Grief Book:Held Source: Held
“Was rescue always a kind of love? Peter didn't know, and he was tired now; he would leave it to Alan and his philosophers. But he did know, with certainty, that love was always a kind of rescue. Even when he had no tears left, he would have tears for Anna.” LoveGrief Book:Held Source: Held
“When John remembered his father, he seemed only able to recall fragments - deep feeling, but only pieces - moments together, not even days. Years, an entire life - now only this handful, this heartful.” Grief Book:Held Source: Held
“There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief...is the weight of a sleeping child.” FirstsBelieveChildrenMomentsLossSleepGriefForeverFirst TimeWeightFugitiveSleeping Child Author:Anne Michaels
