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  • #1
    John  Green
    “Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #2
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • #3
    Mitch Albom
    “Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.”
    Mitch Albom, For One More Day

  • #4
    Jeanette Winterson
    “You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?”
    Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

  • #5
    John Steinbeck
    “It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”
    John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

  • #6
    John Irving
    “When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
    John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

  • #7
    Suzanne Collins
    “She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. "She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. "Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. "Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. "She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. "She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #8
    Cormac McCarthy
    “Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

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  • #10
    China Miéville
    “In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this.
    I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away.
    I can't say goodbye.”
    China Miéville, The Scar

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    W.H. Auden
    Funeral Blues

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
    Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
    W.H. Auden , Another Time

  • #14
    Ernest Hemingway
    “His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #15
    Euripides
    “Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.”
    Euripides

  • #16
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.”
    Gabriel García Márquez

  • #17
    Pablo Neruda
    “my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping
    but
    I shall go on living.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #18
    Jandy Nelson
    “grief is a house
    where the chairs
    have forgotten how to hold us
    the mirrors how to reflect us
    the walls how to contain us

    grief is a house that disappears
    each time someone knocks at the door
    or rings the bell
    a house that blows into the air
    at the slightest gust
    that buries itself deep in the ground
    while everyone is sleeping

    grief is a house where no one can protect you
    where the younger sister
    will grow older than the older one
    where the doors
    no longer let you in
    or out”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #19
    Abraham Lincoln
    “In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it. I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You can not now realize that you will ever feel better. Is not this so? And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. To know this, which is certainly true, will make you some less miserable now. I have had experience enough to know what I say; and you need only to believe it, to feel better at once.”
    Abraham Lincoln

  • #20
    Neil Gaiman
    “You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables & Reflections

  • #21
    James  Patterson
    “The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you're faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking.”
    James Patterson, Angel

  • #22
    Helen Keller
    “We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.”
    Helen Keller, We Bereaved

  • #23
    Joyce Carol Oates
    “There is an hour, a minute - you will remember it forever - when you know instinctively on the basis of the most inconsequential evidence, that something is wrong. You don't know - can't know - that it is the first of a series of "wrongful" events that will culminate in the utter devastation of your life as you have known it.”
    Joyce Carol Oates, A Widow's Story

  • #24
    “Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.”
    R.A. Salvatore, The Legacy

  • #25
    Lurlene McDaniel
    “For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.”
    Lurlene McDaniel, Hit and Run

  • #26
    Jennifer Castle
    “Holding the knife with the blade against my palm, it became so clear how my life would only contain shadows now. Shadows of things gone; not just the people themselves but everything connected to them. Was this my future? Every moment, every tiny thing I saw and did and touched, weighted by loss. Every space in this house and
    my town and the world in general, empty in a way that could never be filled.”
    Jennifer Castle, The Beginning of After

  • #27
    Kay Redfield Jamison
    “I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on”
    Kay Redfield Jamison, Nothing Was the Same

  • #28
    James De Mille
    “Horror is a feeling that cannot last long; human nature is incapable of supporting it. Sadness, whether it be from bereavement, or disappointment, or misfortune of any kind may linger on through life”
    James De Mille, A Strange Manuscript found in a Copper Cylinder

  • #29
    “As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss.”
    Robert J. Wiersema

  • #30
    “We get sombre about death. Think about Charon the ferryman rowing the souls across the Styx to the Isle of the Dead. Pretty grim stuff. Unless you think that, perhaps, at times, old Charon rows souls back to the land of the living too. Perhaps I have merely gone to rest awhile…”
    Sean J. Halford, Stronger Than Lions



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