“There is a noise that is different to grief. Sadness wails and cries and lets loose a sound to the heavens like a baby calling for its mother. That kind of noisy grief is hopeful. It believes that things can be put right, or that help can come. There is a different kind of sound to that. Babies left alone too long do not even cry. They become very still and quiet. They know no one is coming.” HopeSoundGriefSadnessHopelessness Book:The Power Source: The Power
“Oh my God,’ said Ellen, and Zhen thought: Yes, this is how it begins. This is how you know you’re grieving. When the whole thing strikes you as absolutely outrageous, when you’re angry with your own mother for fucking letting cancer take her and leaving you, that’s when you know you’re in it.” GriefAngerCancer Book:The Future Source: The Future
