What is human? An ability to reason? To imagine? To love or grieve? If so, we are more human than any human ever will be.
The line between grief and guilt is a thin one. Sometimes death is preferable to the agony of life.
There’s no right or wrong way to grieve. Sometimes allowing yourself to indulge in memories of a loved one is the best way to get closure.
The pain, their loss… it’s all I have left of them. You think the grief will make you smaller inside, like your heart will collapse in on itself, but it doesn’t. I feel spaces opening up inside of me like a building with rooms I’ve never explored.
Grief’s got a way of shifting a person’s beliefs.
Grief makes us behave in ways we might not expect.
Grief does some weird s*** to people.
Grief demands an answer, but sometimes there isn’t one.
Grief never gets any smaller, so you have to make yourself bigger around it. The best way to do that is to open up. Let people in.
Grief is a tricky thing, you know? You just can’t prepare for how it’s gonna make you feel or how you’ll handle it. Sometimes you just got to grab onto whatever’s around you just to survive.[to Sophie]
Ain’t no shame in holding on to grief. As long as you make room for other things, too.
