Susan Peterson

“Hope is the future lined in gold, my mother used to say, but I didn’t agree. Hope wasn’t the future. It was only a vehicle to get there.”
― Barbara Delinsky, Before and Again

“Grief never really goes away. Time doesn’t heal. Not fully. After a while - a few months, a few years maybe – grief retreats into the darkest corners of your mind, but it will lurk there indefinitely. It will leak into everything else you do or feel; it will lurch forward when you don’t expect it. It will haunt you when you sleep.

Time doesn’t heal, it cauterises.”
― Keith Stuart, A Boy Made of Blocks

“It's weird how a whole life can be distilled into a series of moments, and how, without thinking, we order those moments into a story that makes sense and seems to mean something. We are endless editors of our own histories. But sometimes we get it wrong”
― Keith Stuart, A Boy Made of Blocks

“But grief is a walk alone. Others can be there, and listen. But you will walk alone down your own path, at your own pace, with your sheared-off pain, your raw wounds, you denial, anger, and bitter loss. You'll come to your own peace, hopefully, but it will be on your own, in your own time.”
― Cathy Lamb, The First Day of the Rest of My Life