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  • #1
    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

  • #2
    William Cullen Bryant
    “And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;”
    William Cullen Bryant

  • #3
    Mary Oliver
    “You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #4
    Mary Oliver
    “the stars began to burn
    through the sheets of clouds,
    and there was a new voice
    which you slowly
    recognized as your own”
    Mary Oliver

  • #5
    R.A. Salvatore
    “Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.”
    R.A. Salvatore, The Legacy

  • #6
    C.S. Lewis
    “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #7
    George R.R. Martin
    I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all …a day … an hour ...
    ...One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.
    But not today. It could not be today.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

  • #8
    Mary Oliver
    “The Uses Of Sorrow

    (In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

    Someone I loved once gave me
    a box full of darkness.

    It took me years to understand
    that this, too, was a gift.”
    Mary Oliver, Thirst

  • #9
    Golda Meir
    “Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either”
    Golda Meir

  • #10
    “Though sorrow may impede my heart,
    It is of great love to have known you.”
    C. Elizabeth

  • #11
    Christina Rossetti
    “What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.
    What are brief? today and tomorrow.
    What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.
    What are deep? the ocean and truth.”
    Christina Rossetti

  • #12
    Shannon L. Alder
    “Maybe, it is just enough to believe with a positive heart that people didn’t let you down. It could be just this: They couldn’t give you the compassion you really wanted based on where their heart is right now. Maybe, not now, but years later they will catch the memory of you in a quiet moment. There on that Sunday morning, a light will shine through the fog of lies, misunderstanding and frustration they built inside their angry mind about your true character. And, when it does, the shadows will be casted out to reveal a scared and hurt little boy or girl that just wanted to be loved, but went about it all wrong. Maybe, on that day, the whisper of their gratitude for your love will find its way back to your heart. And when that day comes, you will find yourself smiling all day long and not know why.”
    Shannon L. Alder

  • #13
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then . . . Well, then I woke up.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man

  • #14
    Ellen Bass
    “to love life, to love it even
    when you have no stomach for it
    and everything you've held dear
    crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
    your throat filled with the silt of it.
    When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
    thickening the air, heavy as water
    more fit for gills than lungs;
    when grief weights you like your own flesh
    only more of it, an obesity of grief,
    you think, How can a body withstand this?
    Then you hold life like a face
    between your palms, a plain face,
    no charming smile, no violet eyes,
    and you say, yes, I will take you
    I will love you, again.”
    Ellen Bass

  • #15
    William Shakespeare
    “When he shall die,
    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
    And he will make the face of heaven so fine
    That all the world will be in love with night
    And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #16
    Shannon L. Alder
    “Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.”
    Shannon Alder

  • #17
    Libba Bray
    “There is much asked and only so much I think I can or should answer, and so, in this post I would like to give a few thoughts on what seemed to be the overwhelming question: “WHY?”
    And here is the best answer I can give: Because.
    Because sometimes, life is damned unfair.
    Because sometimes, we lose people we love and it hurts deeply.
    Because sometimes, as the writer, you have to put your characters in harm’s way and be willing to go there if it is the right thing for your book, even if it grieves you to do it.
    Because sometimes there aren’t really answers to our questions except for what we discover, the meaning we assign them over time.
    Because acceptance is yet another of life’s “here’s a side of hurt” lessons and it is never truly acceptance unless it has cost us something to arrive there.
    Why, you ask? Because, I answer.
    Inadequate yet true.”
    Libba Bray

  • #18
    “It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #19
    Haruki Murakami
    “With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.”
    Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

  • #20
    Ernestine Gilbreth Carey
    “In a person's lifetime there may be not more than half a dozen occasions that he can look back to in the certain knowledge that right then, at that moment, there was room for nothing but happiness in his heart.”
    Ernestine Gilbreth Carey, Belles on Their Toes

  • #21
    “SEA OF LIFE

    This is not the end, my friend.
    Just as the ocean sings songs to infinity
    Our friendship too will flow onward
    Until the day one of us
    Turns and leaves
    And the seasons will turn too
    As our shells
    As they return back to sand
    And the tides that brought us
    Forth
    Will take us back
    Again.

    I will never leave you, my friend.
    Every time you see a wave rushing to
    Meet another,
    Two friends unite.
    Every time you see a wave crashing,
    Two friends depart.
    The journey will go on, my friend.
    Our memories are recorded
    In seashells
    To show and tell
    The lessons learned
    In these heavens and hells
    Part of this sea of life -
    And when the tide is right,
    We shall cross paths again
    When the ocean sings our song.

    Poetry by Suzy Kassem”
    Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

  • #22
    Mitch Albom
    “Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.”
    Mitch Albom, For One More Day

  • #23
    Haruki Murakami
    “So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
    tags: loss

  • #24
    Gail Caldwell
    “I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.”
    Gail Caldwell, Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship

  • #25
    Mark Slouka
    “Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.”
    Mark Slouka, God's Fool

  • #26
    Charles Bukowski
    “The dead do not need
    aspirin or
    sorrow,
    I suppose.
    but they might need
    rain.
    not shoes
    but a place to
    walk.
    not cigarettes,
    they tell us,
    but a place to
    burn.
    or we're told:
    space and a place to
    fly
    might be the
    same.
    the dead don't need
    me.
    nor do the
    living.
    but the dead might need
    each
    other.
    in fact, the dead might need
    everything we
    need
    and
    we need so much
    if we only knew
    what it
    was.
    it is
    probably
    everything
    and we will all
    probably die
    trying to get
    it
    or die
    because we
    don't get
    it.
    I hope
    you will understand
    when I am dead
    I got
    as much
    as
    possible.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966

  • #27
    William Cullen Bryant
    “All at once
    A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream,
    And I am in the wilderness alone.”
    William Cullen Bryant



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