“Tova wonders sometimes if it's better that way, to have one's tragedies clustered together, to make good use of the existing rawness. Get it over with in one shot. Tova knew there was a bottom to those depths of despair. Once your soul was soaked through with grief, any more simply ran off, overflowed, the way maple syrup on Saturday morning pancakes always cascaded onto the table.”
Source: Remarkably Bright Creatures
“I weep over everything--the loss of the lap where I once lay, the death of the hand I was given, the arms to embrace me that I never found, the shoulder to lean on that I never had. And the day that breaks definitively, the grief that breaks in me like the naked truth of day, all that I dreamed or thought or forgot--all of this, like an amalgam of shadows, fictions and regrets, blends into the wake of the passing worlds and falls among the things of life like the skeleton of a bunch of grapes, filched by young boys and eaten on the street corner.”
Source: The Book of Disquiet
“You can give your child anything.
You can give him his life, even, but not yours.
And you can't give him his life back, once lost.”
Source: Fi: A Memoir of My Son
“Grief is the space between two states of being: who you were and who you are.
It’s an excruciatingly long, unlit hallway.
A staircase you have to crawl down, one interminable flight at a time.”
Source: Nestlings
“We need to feel. To slow down and sense what is happening. To grieve and understand what has been lost so that we can begin to assess how to move in a different direction, not simply repeat the behaviors that have led us to this space.”
Source: Tending Grief: Embodied Rituals for Holding Our Sorrow and Growing Cultures of Care in Community
“She couldn’t understand how someone in her world dared to cry before she did.”
Source: 房思琪的初戀樂園
“The way a pilot sees wind in clouds or a sailor reads currents in water, I look unconsciously for stories to remind me where I am, to remind me that whatever I'm going through, millions have been here before, are here now, will be here again.”
Source: Fi: A Memoir of My Son
“It was in the world of living where they met their tragic ends.”
Source: Katabasis
“One of millions of mothers to have lost a child every year, fifteen thousand a day. If none of us suffered, where would we be? Without wise women is where; suffering brings wisdom. So, a gift, this suffering, a promissory note for sagacity. Meantime, the actual suffering. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, it was that dark.”
Source: Fi: A Memoir of My Son
“Buy a whore a cup of tea and she'll tell you the world! Hookers know everything”
Source: Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution