The bastard. How dare he? I was drowning in a fucking river that he was still attempting to save me from, and he was telling me he was going to push me back in and hold me under. My father's death had nearly destroyed me. Cal's death would finish me. T.J. Klune
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 T.J. Klune
Otter! Otter! Otter! Don’t lead cows to slaughter! I love you, and I know I should’ve told you soon-a But you didn’t buy the dolphin-safe tuna!
Seven smirked as he walked back over to me. "I gave you catharsis last night. Twice.
Morgan said, “And what have you brought me?”“ Something unexpected, ” Sam said pr
Michael doesn't flinch. 'You can't know, ' he says quietly, 'how much you truly love something until it's gone.' 'That's not fair, ' I say as I tremble. 'No one said it would be. He tests you, Benji, and he tests Calliel for a supremely...
And I wished I could believe him. I wished with all that I had. And when you're eleven, you're on the cusp between still believing wishing worked if you wanted something hard enough and understanding the world is teeth and sharp edges. I wished. <span...
