“Grief reconfigures time, its length, its texture, its function: one day means no more than the next, so why have they been picked out and given separate names?” MeanNextNamesGivenGriefOne DayFunctionLengthTexture Author:Julian Barnes
“The sin we commit against each other as women is lack of support. We hurt. We hurt each other. We hide. We project. We become mute or duplicitous, and we fester like boiling water until one day we erupt like a geyser. Do we forget we unravel in grief?” WaterHurtSinForgetGriefSupportOne DayProjectsCommitMuteBoilingBoiling WaterLack Of SupportGeysers Book:When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice Source: When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
“My worst year. The only thing that I know for a fact now is that if it's really a bad day, then I draw the curtains, and I lay in bed. There is no way of dealing with grief. And I have no idea. This year I had double of them, my mother and my husband. I just take it one day at a time.” IfsKnowsWayYearsIdeasFactsMotherGriefWorstOne DayBedHusbandDrawsLaysNo IdeaMy HusbandCurtainsBad DayOne Day At A TimeTake It One Day At A Time Author:Iman Abdulmajid
“Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.” LittlesFacesGrowsCan DoRoomsGriefWonderColdOne DayWindowGrievingPeculiarHelplessAccordShiverGrief And HealingGriefingGrief And MourningGeishaGrief HealingMourning Loss Loved OneMemories Of A GeishaMourning LossMourning A Loss Book:Memoirs Of A Geisha Source: Memoirs Of A Geisha
“Or perhaps is is that time doesn't heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penetrates the body deeper and deeper until one day you find that the sheer geography of your bones - the angle of your hips, the sharpness of your shoulders, as well as the luster of your eyes, the texture of your skin, the openness of your smile - has collapsed under the weight of your griefs.” WellsBodyHappensEyeLyingGriefOne DaySkinsWeightDeeperBonesWoundsShouldersHealHipsOpennessSheerAnglePenetrateGeographyTextureYour SmileSharpnessLuster Author:Thrity Umrigar