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.
What is grief, if not love persevering?
The line between grief and guilt is a thin one. Sometimes death is preferable to the agony of life.
Grief carves a place in the heart and sits there forever. But when focused, it can be a powerful motivator. Sadness becomes resolve and pain becomes action.
Ain’t no shame in holding on to grief. As long as you make room for other things, too.
I don’t see bereavement as ever being resolved or accepted. There is no closure, no recovery.
Grief’s got a way of shifting a person’s beliefs.
You don’t get to dictate how other people grieve. So, Gaby puts on a brave face. Who gives a s***? Me, I gotta kick and scream for a while before I face the truth. But then I face it like a hero.[to Jimmy]
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.
No matter how traumatic the loss is, you only have so much emotional stamina. Even grief can get used up.
If you want to get over something, maybe sitting around and remembering it in every detail ain’t the right way.
