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]
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.
The more I learn about Michael, the less I understand.[to Carmy]
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.
I think it’s very clear that me trying to fix the restaurant was me trying to fix whatever was happening with my brother.
I have no intention of moving on, ever. I will never love again. I won’t even try. Holding on to him is the closest I will get, and that is what I plan to do.[to Abigail]
I can’t even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted. Someone took her away from me, and seven kingdoms couldn’t fill the hole she left behind.
Grief, it’s so grotesque.
Grief makes us behave in ways we might not expect.
Grief isn’t meant to be shared. But comfort is.[to John]
