Tiffany

“Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?”
― Pablo Neruda

“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda

“For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?

But if a spiral, am I going up or down it?

How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time.”
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

“If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life”
― Pablo Neruda