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’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.
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.
Grief, it’s so grotesque.
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.
