“Grief doesn’t end; it changes shape and travels with you.”
Source: One in Eight: A Breast Cancer Journey and Practical Guide for Patients, Families, and Workplaces
“One of the many ways that loss instructs us is by correcting our sense of scale, showing us the world as it really is: so enormous, complex, and mysterious that there is nothing too large to be lost — and, conversely, no place too small for something to get lost there… Like awe and grief, to which it is closely related, loss has the power to instantly resize us against our surroundings; we are never smaller and the world never larger than when something important goes missing.”
Source: Lost & Found: A Memoir
“Afterlife is other people.”
Source: Sonnets From The Mountaintop
“Not every door is good for you, but remember that God will open a good door for you.”
Source: Beyond the Closed Door: Unique Keys to Unlock Destinies
“When an event is ongoing, it's impossible to mourn it. I'm thinking about having to abandon my dying father when I fled. Grief sets in and stays with you for life. I have never been able to mourn my father. The same goes for our country – the division of Korea into two countries is ongoing, so we cannot mourn it, and that is why we suffer so.”
Source: The Hard Road Out: One Woman’s Escape From North Korea
“Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.”
Source: Collected Poems of Thomas Hardy
“Light moves differently underground.”
Source: Underground Echoes: Field Edition: A Short Memoir of Grief, Wilderness, and Return
“Rope taught me to grieve slowly. Deliberately. To enter dark spaces not to conquer them, but to move through them with care, purpose, and trust in what I’d built.”
Source: Underground Echoes: Field Edition: A Short Memoir of Grief, Wilderness, and Return
“Before the illness, before the accident, I’d been my mom’s best friend and Daddy’s little girl. I missed them so much, held inside such mountains of grief, I constantly felt on the brink of choking. Only one thing lent me air: my rage. It reached through my rib cage and pierced little holes in my lungs. It allowed me to function. It kept me alive.”
Source: Problematic Summer Romance
“Despite all the effort to bury it, grief never really goes away—it just takes a coffee break every now and then.”
Source: The Song of Theodore: Return to Rainbow Gardens