Why shouldn't the living cords which lace our being together flick softly against a loved one in the very moment of their unraveling?... Sometimes, all the miles between are as nothing, sometimes, they are narrowed to the little silence between the beats of a heart.
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a...
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Colette
My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving...
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Jandy Nelson
But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes .. . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.
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Melina Marchetta
Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief...
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Jonathan Safran Foer
But what was there to say? Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a...
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Arundhati Roy
More Quotes By Colleen McCullough
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it...
Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.
Suddenly the thought that the end of her life was imminent shocked him; it was one thing to pity someone he didn't know, quite another to face the same dilemma with someone he knew intimately. That was the trouble with beds. They turned strangers into...
He owe his wife a debt he couldn't hope to pay with any coin save one: open the cage and let the bird fly.
He hadn't wooed her, but had simply claimed her. A gold mine ready to dig. There should have been a period of quiet dinners together, of flowers rather than diamonds, of kisses given after permission to kiss, of a slow awakening that predisposed her to...
