I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.
Veronica RothStichwörter: grief
My sister Emily first declined. The details of her illness are deep-branded in my memory, but to dwell on them, either in thought or narrative, is not in my power. Never in all her life had she lingered over any task that lay before her, and she did not linger now. She sank rapidly. She made haste to leave us. Yet, while physically she perished, mentally, she grew stronger than we had yet known her. Day by day, when I saw with what a front she met suffering, I looked on her with anguish of wonder and love. I have seen nothing like it; but, indeed, I have never seen her parallel in anything. Stronger than a man, simpler than a child, her nature stood alone. The awful point was, that, while full of ruth for others, on herself she had no pity; the spirit inexorable to the flesh; from the trembling hand, the unnerved limbs, the faded eyes, the same service exacted as they had rendered in health. To stand by and witness this, and not dare to remonstrate, was pain no words can render.
Charlotte BrontëStichwörter: death suffering grief illness sisters emily-bronte
And then Jonah heard God’s voice.
“Jonah, do you know what the difference is between you and the trees?”
He was confident it was God because God usually asked questions but gave no answers. Jonah didn’t need a divine answer to this question, he knew it.
“Yes,” he said. “The difference between me and the trees is that the trees let go of their leaves. I keep holding onto mine. The trees make room for new life. I don’t.
Stichwörter: acceptance loss death openness grief letting-go god-s-grace death-of-a-loved-one new-life
Sorrow spoken lends a little courage to the speaker.
Walter Wangerin Jr.Stichwörter: grief conversation
An explosion in space makes no sound at all.
Rosamund LuptonIt makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots but other people's too - yours, Leo's, Dad's. We have to expand at the moment we feel the most shrunk.
Rosamund LuptonStichwörter: loss moving-on grief
I see you in the grass,
Running through the snow,
But where you have gone,
I cannot go.
I don't dare touch her. Loss is a knowledge I'm sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse than experiencing it, is watching it replay anew in someone else--all the awful stages picking up like a chorus that has to be sung.
Lauren DeStefanoStichwörter: knowledge wither loss sadness grief lauren-destefano sever the-chemical-garden-trilogy
Everyone is “extremely nice”—and yet I feel entirely alone. (“Abandonitis”).
Roland BarthesStichwörter: friends solitude loss mourning grief
Like love, mourning affects the world—and the worldly—with unreality, with importunity. I resist the world, I suffer from what it demands of me, from its demands. The world increases my sadness, my dryness, my confusion, my irritation, etc. The world depresses me.
Roland BarthesStichwörter: life world loss sadness mourning grief irritation
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