greif

This is what you should know about losing someone you love. They do not travel alone. You go with them.

Sorrow is the violent smashing of reason, in that reason has no power over it.

Like Mom, Zoe thought__ike Mom used to. And that__ where they differed, for Zoe wrote quiet poetry suffused with twilight and questions. It__ not even good poetry, she thought. I don__ have talent, it__ her. I should be the one ill; she has so much to offer, so much life. __ou__e a dark one,_ her mother said sometimes with amused wonder. __ou__e a mystery.

Sometimes words just arent enough. Sometimes it's easier to magically lose yourself in the memories long past, the ones you so selfishly took for granted. And sadly sometimes that's the only way to keep those people in your life- recapturing their glorious light before they fade. And inevitably their memory along with them.

When Mother and I learned that Father was dying, Father asked me to sing for him," she said. "Mother insisted that I only sing songs from their youthful days together. She wanted me to take her mind off Father's pain, But when she stepped away, Father asked me to sing songs about pain. About loss. About the world without him. When I played those songs, he would cry. It was the only way he could cry. And now it's the only way I know to cry.""We need you to lead us in crying, Lesyl, or we'll drown in unshed tears." [King Cal-Raven replied]

Sunlight__ warmth on my face awoke me in the morning. I didn__ remember falling asleep or how I came to be in my own bed. But I did recall nightmares. Awful nightmares featuring Gwen.I turned my head to stare out an open window where the sun shone in full splendor, bleaching a clear sky enough to tell it was going to be a beautiful spring day. The air smelled of rain from overnight showers, mixed with a strong floral scent. A large lilac bush outside was responsible for the perfume. I breathed in the clean and fragrant air. My eyelids fluttered, blinking at a stunning reflection of daylight off the glass. The blue beyond gave an exquisite glow to my room. All of it was an invitation to bask in a new day__n invitation I declined because none of that mattered to me. The world might as well come to a dark and ugly end. I saw no reason for beauty or life to go on so long as Gwen was lost. Rolling over in bed, I felt the vice grips wrench at my heart again as I cried myself back to sleep.

Issac:"I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters."Computer: "I don't understand-"Issac: "Me neither. Pause

Some might say that suicide is for cowards. I dare them to hold a razor to their wrists and say it as they slice into their own flesh.

How ridiculous that water ran out of your eyes when your heart hurt. Tragic heroines in books tended to be amazingly beautiful. Not a word about swollen eyes or a red nose. "Crying always gives me a red nose," thought Elinor. "I expect that's why I'll never be in any book.

When you are up against a wall, put down roots like a tree, until clarity comes from deeper sources to see over that wall and grow.

Taylor, listen to me. I could tell you that it__ okay. That she wasn__ a wonderful person, or I didn__ love her. I could tell you that she__ happier now, and her life would__e been sad and filled with pain and longing to see her love again. I could say that I__ not struggling with her death, as well as the death of the hope that she could once again be part of my life. But instead I__l just say that I__ sad, too, sweetheart. That way I can spare you the struggle of detecting the lie in my words.

I know you__e hurting, Taylor, but grief is clouding your judgement and you need to stay focused. If you attack her now, you won__ win. You know she has the advantage, Taylor. I__e taught you this. Please, we just need to get out of here.

Facing and embracing grief allows us to experience the shock, anger, disappointment, and other feelings that need to be processed before we can move through this transition.