“I'm very independent, but I didn't realize how much my mom was my center of gravity until she died. She had such a large presence in life; it's no wonder why her absence left such a large void. I had to learn to become my own center once she was gone.”
Source: Healing After the Loss of Your Mother: A Grief & Comfort Manual
“When nothing softens the grief, may the grief soften me.”
“Only the soul, obsessed with the journey it had made, and had still to make, pursued its mysterious and dreadful end; and carried, heavy with weeping and bitterness, the heart along.”
Source: Go Tell it on the Mountain (Penguin Modern Classics) by James Baldwin (4-Oct-2001) Paperback
“I know nothing will ever move me enough to turn things around. Nothing can break down this anger. I know the foundations of my childhood aren’t strong enough to support me.”
Source: Sa préférée
“Everett Anderson says, "I knew
my daddy loved me through and through,
and whatever happens when people die,
love doesn't stop, and
neither will I.”
Source: Everett Anderson's Goodbye
“Der Schmerz über den Verlust ist noch da. Aber er ist dumpfer geworden, gleich einem weit entfernten Geräusch.”
Source: Realitätssprünge - Zirkel: Epische Fantasy über Freundschaft, Macht und Wahrheit
“This is your house, Reb. You are in the rafters, the floorboards, the walls, the lights. You are in every echo through every hallway. We hear you now. I hear you still.”
“Perhaps that door would have been too small for you to go through. So, God closed it before you could struggle.”
Source: Beyond the Closed Door: Unique Keys to Unlock Destinies
“There is no equivalence between grief and retribution. They do not cancel each other out. They create a deepening asymmetry of grief and terror. And that is Nature's true revenge.”
Source: A History of Love and Hate in 21 Statues
“That perhaps grief can be seen as a kind of exalted state where the person who is grieving is the closest they will ever be to the fundamental essence of things. Because, in grief, you become deeply acquainted with the idea of human mortality. You go to a very dark place and experience the extremities of your own pain — you are taken to the very limits of suffering. As far as I can see, there is a transformative aspect to this place of suffering. We are essentially altered or remade by it. Now, this process is terrifying, but in time you return to the world with some kind of knowledge that has something to do with our vulnerability as participants in this human drama. Everything seems to fragile and precious and heightened, and the world and the people in it seem to endangered, and yet so beautiful. To me it feels that, in this dark place, the idea of a God feels more present or maybe more essential. It actually feels like grief and God are somehow intertwined. It feels that, in grief, you draw closer to the veil that separates this world from the next.”
Source: Faith, Hope and Carnage