Sadness pulses out of us as we walk. I almost expect the trees to lower their branches when we pass, the stars to hand down some light. I breathe in the horsy scent of eucalyptus, the thick sugary pine, aware of each breath I take, how each one keeps me in the world a few seconds longer. I taste the sweetness of the summer air on my tongue and want to just gulp and gulp and gulp it into my body--this living, breathing, heart-beating body of mine.
Jandy Nelson...People are not one-dimensional. People do not live on one plane...
R. Elizabeth CarpenterTags: love loss kiss grief widow virgin-widow
Every relationship that has hit a crossroads has asked, “What is it that you want from me?
Shannon L. AlderTags: goals advice future acceptance family plans marriage relationships moving-on life-lessons grief friendships husband wife beginnings letting-go divorce girlfriend the-past crossroads boyfriend experiences starting-over break-ups spouse realtionships
How do you say what's in your heart if your heart is something you haven't known for years? How do you give yourself completely when all you've done is bury yourself in grief? How do you come back from the dar when it's all you can remember?
T.J. KluneTags: grief
To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.
Peter HellerTags: sadness loneliness grief depression grieving
I have cried over myself a hundred times this summer, she thought, I have wept over my big feet and my skinny legs and my nose, I have even cried over my stupid shoes, and now when I have true sadness there are no tears left.
Betsy ByarsTags: loss sadness tears self-pity grief brothers
…(my father) would say nothing,
And I could not find a silence
Among the one hundred Chinese silences
That would fit the one he created
Even though I was the one
Who had just made up the business
Of the one hundred Chinese silences-
The Silence of the Night Boat.
And the Silence of the Lotus,
Cousin to the Silence of the Temple Bell
Only deeper and softer…
Tags: poetry loss spirituality spirit grief
I want to write something
so simply
about love
or about pain
that even
as you are reading
you feel it
and as you read
you keep feeling it
and though it be my story
it will be common,
though it be singular
it will be known to you
so that by the end
you will think—
no, you will realize—
that it was all the while
yourself arranging the words,
that it was all the time
words that you yourself,
out of your heart
had been saying.
Tags: pain love loss spirituality grief bereavement
When words can't make it better, hold my hand and don't let go.
Richelle E. GoodrichTags: life friendship friends suffering grief trials richelle hardships richelle-goodrich
Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand.
Richelle E. GoodrichTags: life security grief trials richelle holding-hands difficulties hardships richelle-goodrich comofirt
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