“To walk into Bill Olsen's poems is to enter a mind so weirdly curious, you can't be released to sadness, not yet: it's just too surprising. But this book-half microscope, half telescope-shadows grief, our shared and ordinary life where an old neighbor obsessively gathers twigs to wish back the tree, where the moon is regularly ‘sawn in half,’ where sprinklers give off ‘little wet speeches.’ What else? It's brilliantly instead and odd.” GivingMindLittlesBookWishWalksGriefHalfTreeSadnessMoonSpeechOrdinaryShadowBillsNeighborCuriousOddSurprisingWetOrdinary LifeTelescopesMicroscopesTwigs Author:Marianne Boruch
“But grief is a walk alone. Others can be there, and listen. But you will walk alone down your own path, at your own pace, with your sheared-off pain, your raw wounds, you denial, anger, and bitter loss. You'll come to your own peace, hopefully, but it will be on your own, in your own time.” PainLossWalksGriefPathWoundsBitterHopefullyDenialPace Book:The First Day of the Rest of My Life Source: The First Day of the Rest of My Life
“Separate from the other unnamed billions who walk the earth, each of these little groups of three or five or twelve, brought together by the shuffle of chance, then welded by blood, sees in itself the whole of earth, or all that matters of it. What happens to one of the three or five or twelve will happen to them all. Whatever grief or triumph may touch any one will touch every one, as they are carried forward into the unknowable under the brilliant, terrifying sun which nourishes all.” MayLittlesMatterWholeHappensEarthTogetherThreeChanceWalksGriefFamilySunFiveGroupsBloodBrilliantBillionsTriumphTwelveShuffleGroups Of Three Book:Evergreen Source: Evergreen
“Grief is illness. You cannot breathe; you cannot walk or eat or sleep. The sickness is entire, the body and the spirit.” BodySpiritSleepWalksGriefIllnessBreatheSickness Author:Zelda Popkin
“I think losing a loved one must be a little like losing a leg. First there is the shock, then the anesthetic, and the painkillers; the attention of doctors and nurses, flowers and cards and visits from friends. But sooner or later you have to learn to walk without it.” ThinkingFirstsLittlesWalksGriefAttentionFlowerLosingDoctorsLegsCardsShockNurseLoved OnesSooner Or LaterLosing A Loved OneAnestheticsPainkillersDoctors And Nurses Author:Ruth Graham