#grief

Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#life #nicholas-sparks #the-rescue #youth #life

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#linger #loss #love #pain #separation

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#life #life

(on grief) And you do come out of it, that’s true. After a year, after five. But you don’t come out of it like a train coming out of a tunnel, bursting through the downs into sunshine and that swift, rattling descent to the Channel; you come out of it as a gull comes out of an oil-slick. You are tarred and feathered for life. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#life

The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire? ↗

— Mercedes Lackey

#grieving #life-lesson #lost-love #love #life

The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you're faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking. ↗

— James Patterson

#grief #loss #life

Someday, beyond the clouds and all the world's wrongs, there will be love, compassion and justice, and we shall all understand. ↗

— Flavia Weedn

#grief #life #love #moving-on #sadness

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

Then, instead of telling her that where there was life there was hope, or to let a smile be her umbrella, or that it was always darkest just before the dawn, or anything else that had just lately fallen out of the dog's ass, she simply held her. Because sometimes only holding was best. That was one of the things she had taught that man whose last name she had taken for her own--that sometimes it was best to be quiet; sometimes it was best to just shut your everlasting mouth and hang on, hang on, hang on. ↗

— Stephen King

#life

When a relationship of love is disrupted, the relationship does not cease. The love continues; therefore, the relationship continues. The work of grief is to reconcile and redeem life to a different love relationship. ↗

— W. Scott Lineberry

#love #redemption #life