Emily Rutter

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“She puts her hands up to her poor head, as if to hide it from me. It is hairless, pale, with a few fine gray strands at the sides. I put my arms around my friend. There are no saints for this.”
― Jess Kidd, Mr. Flood's Last Resort

“If you can’t find your way back to Happy, Navigate to the place you know as Less Sad.”
― Alice Feeney, Daisy Darker

“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