#grieving

Why write wrong if the writing won’t right the wrong? (90) ↗

— Sandra M. Gilbert

#grieving #writing #death

You learn not to mourn every little thing out here, or you’d never, ever stop grieving. ↗

— Alexandra Fuller

#grief #grieving #africa

Everyone who lives long enough to love deeply will experience great losses. Don't let fear of loss, or the losses themselves, take away your ability to enjoy the wonderful life that is yours. ↗

— Barbara "Cutie" Cooper

#grief-inspirational #grieving #loss #love #experience

I was moaning and grieving as if I lost one of my own children. It was probably one of the most real feelings I ever had on the show. I was just sitting there wailing with no lines. I was beat after that storyline. ↗

— Hunter Tylo

#beat #children #ever #feelings #grieving

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

— Cheryl Strayed

#go #grieving #had #her #i

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

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

#grief #grieving #suffring #imagination

As he watches the sun rise, what grieves him is that he failed her. He thinks of the terror she felt. They tell him it was quick, as if that will somehow confine the horror. ↗

— Nancy Horan

#grieving #murder #death

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#dying #grief #grieving #loss #love

What an awful thing then, being there in our house together with our daughter gone, trying to be equal to so many sudden orders of sorrow, any one of which alone would have wrenched us from our fragile orbits around each other. ↗

— Paul Harding

#grief #grieving #loss #loss-of-a-child #sadness