Michaela Dominik

“To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.”
― Jill Bialosky, History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life

“I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

“The dirty secret she’d learned about grief was that nobody wanted to hear about your loss a week after the funeral. People you’d once considered friends would turn their heads in church or cross to another side of a shopping mall to avoid the contamination of your suffering. “You might imagine I’m coping day by day,” she murmured. “But it’s more a case of hour by hour, and during my worst times, minute by minute.”
― Susan Dormady Eisenberg, The Voice I Just Heard

“Have a drink, and try to relax. All right, have another drink. There are times when getting drunk's not a bad idea.”
― John Christopher, When the Tripods Came