God will replace your weeping with gladness, and your grief will become a thing of the past.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round –
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone –

This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go.

I learned that, with grief, you have to take it one day at a time and learn how to find the happiness amid the heartbreak.

Hello, my name is Tohru Honda, I haven’t always lived in a tent. Up until last May I lived with my mom, it was just the two of us. But then the accident… After I lost mom, I began secretly living here on my own. It’s not exactly comfortable but it’s alright. And it’s what I have to do. It’s like my motto says, never give up!

Please.
Do not ask us who we are.
The hardest part of grief
Is giving it a name.

Our whole year swallowed,
As if by a massive maw.
What else could stomach
Our hearts, huge with hurt,
Everyone & everything hell.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can’t even cry.

“Jim, did your father really blow his brains out because of your mother?”
“Yeah. He was on the telephone. He told her he had a gun. He said, ‘If you don’t come back to me I’m going to kill myself. Will you come back to me?’ And my mother said, ‘No.’ There was a shot and that was that.”
“What did your mother do?”
“She hung up.”
“All right, I’ll see you tonight buddy.”

it is so dark now with the sadness of
people
they were tricked, they were taught to expect the
ultimate when nothing is
promised
now young girls weep alone in small rooms
old men angrily swing their canes at
visions as
ladies comb their hair as
ants search for survival
history surrounds us
and our lives
slink away
in
shame.

HE KILLED MY MUM AND DAD!

My heart… is breaking…

Strange. It’s been an entire year and still it’s hard to believe she’s gone.

Why do you walk around with a picture of only your mother? You’ve lost BOTH parents right? You mean, you don’t have one of your

Children who are cursed by vengful spirits… Are born two months earlier than normal… To meet your true love… Then marry your true love… And

And how to live in the shadow of grief is not something nameless, Buddhists, Christians and Muslims have to explore.

Finding closure can be one of the most important challenges in dealing with grief. For some, there is no closure.

Mia: How do you say goodbye to your only brother?
Dom: You don’t.

Grief, like glass, can be both a mirror & a window, enabling us to look both in & out, then & now & how. In other words, we become a window pain. Only somewhere in loss do we find the grace to gaze up & out of ourselves.

There is nothing so agonizing, or so dangerous, as a memory unexpressed, unexplored, unexplained, & unexploded. Grief is the grenade that always goes off.

Loss is the cost of loving.

it is all ash
and dry leaves
and grief gone
like an ocean liner.

Sometimes there’s nothing to say about death.

I already know that this world doesn’t always give you the chance to apologize before losing someone.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

God! I can’t stand these fake grievers.

Carmen Delgado: I will not help you again.
Rambo: You have to.
Carmen Delgado: Why do I have to? What will it change? Nothing. We grieve and move on.
Rambo: And you’ve done that?
Carmen Delgado: I mean, I think of her every day. Every f**king day. But we have to move on.
Rambo: What if you can’t move on? What if you can’t move on at all?
Carmen Delgad0.o: But you have to. We have no choice. What’s done is done!
Rambo: Why is it done? How is it ever done? When I look at something so innocent, and I see that face never have life in it again, how is it ever done?

Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way. And don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.

Darkness transfigures into light, bad transfigures into good, grief transfigures into grace, empty transfigures into full. God wastes nothing — makes everything work out according to His plan.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

It was odd. As a girl, Sophie would have shriveled with embarrassment at the way she was behaving. As an old woman, she did not mind what she did or said. She found that a great relief.

You never say and do the things you wish you had said or done when someone close to you may not be around in awhile. Closure is impossible; that’s the heart of the grief you will carry with you for the rest of your life.

For survivors, the word closure often connotes that the bereaved are underachievers who flunked a grief course.

The concept of closure is built on two discredited myths—that grief has a timetable, and that we can somehow move beyond our grief by letting go or detaching from the person we loved.

People tell me I should be finding “closure” in my grief, but that’s a misconception. My love and grief will never end. I will never fully close the door on my loss.

Closure is just as delusive, it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.

Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely.