“And afterward, I stopped at Red Cloud's grave to pay my respects to the old chief. Some Oglalas had left him tobacco ties, little sacred bundles in all the colors of the four directions. I asked him to take care of my woman out there, where she was new and maybe lost. I asked him to take her into his lodge and protect her until I could come for her. That's all I remember.”
Source: Six Kinds of Sky: A Collection of Short Fiction
“Grief is like snow. Harsh and cold. Destructive and unforgiving. It comes in silence, and it buries everything. But snow doesn’t last forever.”
Source: Until I Die: A Dark Dystopian Romance
“The naivety of those who have never known grief was a beautiful thing, I thought. A little like a snowflake—unique, but fragile. Once destroyed, it could never be recreated the same way.”
Source: Until I Die: A Dark Dystopian Romance
“In this my affliction the pleasant discourse of a certain friend of mine and his admirable consolations afforded me such refreshment that I firmly believe of these it came that I died not. But, as it pleased Him who, being Himself infinite, hath for immutable law appointed unto all things mundane that they shall have an end, my love,—beyond every other fervent and which nor stress of reasoning nor counsel, no, nor yet manifest shame nor peril that might ensue thereof, had availed either to break or to bend,—of its own motion, in process of time, on such wise abated that of itself at this present it hath left me only that pleasance which it is used to afford unto whoso adventureth himself not too far in the navigation of its profounder oceans; by reason whereof, all chagrin being done away, I feel it grown delightsome, whereas it used to be grievous.”
Source: THE DECAMERON:
“Look closely at someone suffering loss.
You'll see right through them
as they shimmer translucent
with pain,
humming, with thrumming
to be a normal,
trembling with assembling,
a gathering of particles.”
Source: The Belly of a Wolf
“I knew how to grieve. I was an expert at it. What I didn’t know was how to grieve for someone still alive.”
Source: Until I Die: A Dark Dystopian Romance
“And, carrying this thought just a little further, in some ways, Carol was me and I no less was her. And I still am her, in some sense. Sometimes I describe how I feel these days by saying, "Well, now I'm Doug-&-Carol." Carol's hopes and dreams now reside in my brain; they grew there over the years, just as they grew inside her brain. They still flourish in mine, and in a small, diluted way, far less than before, some of Carol's soul, some of Carol's consciousness just a tiny fraction, to be sure, but still, not nothing at all - survives inside me, because of all the merging and blurring over years of intimacy. And I'm not the only one in whom Carol's way of looking at the world, her way of being, lives on to different degrees, she lives on inside those people who knew her intimately and loved her deeply: her family and her close friends.”
“Grief was even more difficult when one had a small army of onlookers.”
Source: The Duke And I
“Failure isn’t just about persistence—it’s about being brave enough to try in the first place.”
Source: Subversive Acts of Humanity : A Survival Guide for Choosing Evolution over Self-Destruction
“Love is a net. It can catch you long after the person is no longer there.”
Source: Expiration Dates