#grieving

The time you spend grieving over a man should never exceed the amount of time you actually spent with him. ↗

— Rita Rudner

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I had to go on without my mother, even though I was suffering terribly, grieving her. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

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Wandering is better than place sometimes, than home, than destination. Sometimes she can eke out the idea that wandering is possibility, chance, serendipity--he might be there, that place she didn't think to look, hadn't worked hard enough to find.... ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#grieving #loss #lost-love #love #mourning

You can’t truly heal from a loss until you allow yourself to really FEEL the loss. ↗

— Mandy Hale

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There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with our first great sorrow. Before we know what it is to have loved and lost, to despaired and have recovered hope. ↗

— George Elliot

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How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding," I say. "It´s Normandy out there. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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The dirty secret she’d learned about grief was that nobody wanted to hear about your loss a week after the funeral. People you’d once considered friends would turn their heads in church or cross to another side of a shopping mall to avoid the contamination of your suffering. “You might imagine I’m coping day by day,” she murmured. “But it’s more a case of hour by hour, and during my worst times, minute by minute. ↗

— Susan Dormady Eisenberg

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The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

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The fire was followed by a period of grieving and then by an incredible lightness, freedom, and mobility. ↗

— Martin Puryear

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I didn't get to grow up and pull away from her and bitch about her with my friends and confront her about the things I'd wished she'd done differently and then get older and understand that she had done the best she could and realize that what she had done was pretty damn good and take her fully back into my arms again. Her death had obliterated that. It had obliterated me. It had cut me short at the very heigh of my youthful arrogance. It had forced me to instantly grow up and forgive her every motherly fault at the same time that it kept me forever a child, my life both ended and begun in that premature place where we'd left off. She was my mother, but I was motherless. I was trapped by her, but utterly alone. She would always be the empty bowl that no one could full. I'd have to fill it myself again and again and again. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

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