Maybe I am a mess. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I’m out of my mind! But, God help me, I will keep these lights up until the day I die if I think there’s a chance that Will’s still out there!
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?
I know who you are. I know what you’ve done. You took my boy away from me! You left him in that place to die! You faked his death! We had a funeral. We buried him. And now you’re asking for my help? Go to hell.
The line between grief and guilt is a thin one. Sometimes death is preferable to the agony of life.
Loss doesn’t work the same for everybody.
Grief’s got a way of shifting a person’s beliefs.
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.
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]
You can remember the way he lived, or you can remember the way he died. Your heart can’t focus on both. You’re gonna have to choose to miss him or to be mad at him.[to Tate, about John]
