“Grief is real because loss is real. Each grief has its own imprint, as distinctive and as unique as the person we lost. The pain of loss is so intense, so heartbreaking, because in loving we deeply connect with another human being, and grief is the reflection of the connection that has been lost. We think we want to avoid the grief, but really it is the pain of the loss we want to avoid. Grief is the healing process that ultimately brings us comfort in our pain.” ThinkingWantHumansPersonsHas BeensRealPainLostProcessHuman BeingsLossGriefHealingComfortUniqueReflectionConnectionsIntenseHeartbreakingDistinctiveHealing Process Author:Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
“Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding, and softens the heart” MenHeartUnderstandingAnimalGriefSadnessSeriousHabitReflectionMiseryGrieving Book:John Adams: Writings from the New Nation, 1784-1826 Source: John Adams: Writings from the New Nation, 1784-1826
“I surrender it to God, knowing that the pain itself is a product or a reflection of how I am interpreting whatever it is that is causing me pain. Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief. I try to be kinder to myself. I give myself time to move through and to process whatever is making me sad.” GivingTryingHumansPainMovingProcessRoomsGriefExistenceKnowingProductsHonorNormalReflectionSurrenderGod KnowsHuman ExistenceKinderInterpreting Author:Marianne Williamson
“Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.” ThinkingLifeFactsSufferingLiteratureSpeakGriefSadnessReflectionShadowMiseryEndlessEach DayMisersLive Each DayGrief ObservedKeeping A Journal Book:A Grief Observed Source: A Grief Observed
“For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.” UniverseGriefBloodWeekReflectionSmellOverwhelmedInsectsLungsBereavementLuminousSuffocating Book:One Hundred Years of Solitude Source: One Hundred Years of Solitude