Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes read more

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make read more

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

Crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth cant explain how things made your heart broken. It's read more

Crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth cant explain how things made your heart broken. It's normal!

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.

When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.

Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.

Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.

Actors search for rejection. If they don't get it they reject themselves.

Actors search for rejection. If they don't get it they reject themselves.

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.