Jaan

“I suddenly knew nothing about myself, nothing seemed right in English, nothing was true.”
― Jenny Hval, Paradise Rot

“As Elizabeth Gilbert so beautifully says: Grief carves you out—it comes in the middle of the night, comes in the middle of the day, comes in the middle of a meeting, comes in the middle of a meal. It arrives—it’s this tremendously forceful arrival and it cannot be resisted without you suffering more. . . . The posture that you take is you hit your knees in absolute humility and you let it rock you until it is done with you. And it will be done with you, eventually. And when it is done, it will leave. But to stiffen, to resist, and to fight it is to hurt yourself.”
― Kris Carr, I'm Not a Mourning Person: Braving Loss, Grief, and the Big Messy Emotions That Happen When Life Falls Apart

“Uncared for pain can morph into anger, violence, addiction, anxiety, hypervigilance, hyperdrive, guilt, procrastination, hopelessness, and, of course, the consuming of copious amounts of wine.”
― Kris Carr, I'm Not a Mourning Person: Braving Loss, Grief, and the Big Messy Emotions That Happen When Life Falls Apart

“She loved him no longer, it was true, but often the memory of love was more powerful than the love itself. For a short while that had felt like a long while, he'd been her world. But her world was bigger now.”
― Parini Shroff, The Bandit Queens