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  • #1
    John Green
    “The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #2
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.”
    Leo Tolstoy

  • #3
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #4
    Katie McGarry
    “The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.”
    Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

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    John Irving
    “When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
    John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

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    Jandy Nelson
    “My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #7
    Jandy Nelson
    “grief is a house
    where the chairs
    have forgotten how to hold us
    the mirrors how to reflect us
    the walls how to contain us

    grief is a house that disappears
    each time someone knocks at the door
    or rings the bell
    a house that blows into the air
    at the slightest gust
    that buries itself deep in the ground
    while everyone is sleeping

    grief is a house where no one can protect you
    where the younger sister
    will grow older than the older one
    where the doors
    no longer let you in
    or out”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #8
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

  • #9
    Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
    “The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to.”
    Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and David Kessler

  • #10
    Arthur Golden
    “Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.”
    Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

  • #11
    Katie McGarry
    “It doesn't get better," I said. "The pain. The wounds scab over and you don't always feel like a knife is slashing through you. But when you least expect it, the pain flashes to remind you you'll never be the same.”
    Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

  • #12
    Jandy Nelson
    “There once was a girl who found herself dead.
    She peered over the ledge of heaven
    and saw that back on earth
    her sister missed her too much,
    was way too sad,
    so she crossed some paths
    that would not have crossed,
    took some moments in her hand
    shook them up
    and spilled them like dice
    over the living world.
    It worked.
    The boy with the guitar collided
    with her sister.
    "There you go, Len," she whispered. "The rest is up to you.”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #13
    Laurell K. Hamilton
    “You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.”
    Laurell K. Hamilton

  • #14
    Sarah Waters
    “And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.”
    Sarah Waters, The Little Stranger

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    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #16
    C.S. Lewis
    “We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #17
    Alexander Pushkin
    “I have outlasted all desire,
    My dreams and I have grown apart;
    My grief alone is left entire,
    The gleamings of an empty heart.

    The storms of ruthless dispensation
    Have struck my flowery garland numb,
    I live in lonely desolation
    And wonder when my end will come.

    Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted
    By tardy winter's whistling chill,
    A single leaf which has outlasted
    Its season will be trembling still.”
    Alexander Pushkin

  • #18
    C.S. Lewis
    “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

    At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #19
    Neil Gaiman
    “You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables & Reflections

  • #20
    C.S. Lewis
    “For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?

    But if a spiral, am I going up or down it?

    How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

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    Marcel Proust
    “Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have her no longer. Now you will often think of days past when you had her. When you are used to this horrible thing that they will forever be cast into the past, then you will gently feel her revive, returning to take her place, her entire place, beside you. At the present time, this is not yet possible. Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power ... that has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.”
    Marcel Proust

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    Joan Didion
    “We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. as we were. as we are no longer. as we will one day not be at all.”
    Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

  • #25
    Lauren Oliver
    “Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to claw myself up. There is nothing to do but let go.

    Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of old things, and days that look like darkness.”
    Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

  • #26
    Philip K. Dick
    “Grief reunites you with what you've lost. It's a merging; you go with the loved thing or person that's going away. You follow it a far as you can go.

    But finally,the grief goes away and you phase back into the world. Without him.

    And you can accept that. What the hell choice is there? You cry, you continue to cry, because you don't ever completely come back from where you went with him -- a fragment broken off your pulsing, pumping heart is there still. A cut that never heals.

    And if, when it happens to you over and over again in life, too much of your heart does finally go away, then you can't feel grief any more. And then you yourself are ready to die. You'll walk up the inclined ladder and someone else will remain behind grieving for you.”
    Philip K. Dick, Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said

  • #27
    Meghan O'Rourke
    “Relationships take up energy; letting go of them, psychiatrists theorize, entails mental work. When you lose someone you were close to, you have to reassess your picture of the world and your place in it. The more your identity was wrapped up with the deceased, the more difficult the loss.”
    Meghan O'Rourke

  • #28
    Caitlin Doughty
    “Accepting death doesn't mean you won't be devastated when someone you love dies. It means you will be able to focus on your grief, unburdened by bigger existential questions like, "Why do people die?" and "Why is this happening to me?" Death isn't happening to you. Death is happening to us all.”
    Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory

  • #29
    William Goldman
    “And when she at last came out, her eyes were dry. Her parents stared up from their silent breakfast at her. They both started to rise but she put a hand out, stopped them. ‘I can care for myself, please,’ and she set about getting some food. They watched her closely.
    In point of fact, she had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, and an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering.
    She was eighteen. She was the most beautiful woman in a hundred years. She didn’t seem to care.
    ‘You’re all right?’ her mother asked.
    Buttercup sipped her cocoa. ‘Fine,’ she said.
    ‘You’re sure?’ her father wondered.
    ‘Yes,’ Buttercup replied. There was a very long pause. ‘But I must never love again.’

    She never did.”
    William Goldman, The Princess Bride

  • #30
    Melina Marchetta
    “He is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen and it's not about his face, but the life force I can see in him. It's the smile and the pure promise of everything he has to offer. Like he's saying, 'Here I am world, are you ready for so much passion and beauty and goodness and love and every other word that should be in the dictionary under the word life?' Except this boy is dead, and the unnaturalness of it makes me want to pull my hair out with Tate and Narnie and Fitz and Jude's grief all combined. It makes me want to yell at the God that I wish I didn't believe in. For hogging him all to himself. I want to say, 'You greedy God. Give him back. I needed him here.”
    Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road



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