#bereavement

It's being without him that I'll never get used to. ↗

— Christopher Buecheler

#grief #loss #love #love

I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#grief #love #love

Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love. ↗

— Dean Inge

#deepest #even #happy #human #human life

Bereavement is the sharpest challenge to our trust in God; if faith can overcome this, there is no mountain which it cannot remove. ↗

— Dean Inge

#cannot #challenge #faith #god #mountain

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. I will not try it. Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother. ↗

— Jane Welsh Carlyle

#comfort #comforter #does #feel #great

Sometimes, there was no getting over it. Sometimes, you lived with the empty place inside of you until you imploded on it, loss as singularity, or until the empty place expanded and hollowed out the rest of you so thoroughly you became the walking dead, a ghost in your own life. ↗

— Caitlin Kittredge

#grief #loss #life

She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#death #loss #hope