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.
What is grief, if not love persevering?
Grief’s got a way of shifting a person’s beliefs.
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 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 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.
The grieving process, it takes time the closer you are to somebody.
Oh, grief, you wicked, heartless aphrodisiac. Destroyer of endgames and worlds.
