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“We should be sure that in our pursuit of happiness and positivity, we do not lose our ability to experience the other side of life, as well. Feelings of grief and respect for the departed, are honourable thoughts to have and honourable feelings to feel. In seeking happiness, we must not be so afraid of sorrow, that we lose the ability to cope with it properly. There is a healthy way to cope with both sorrow and joy; both need to be looked straight in the face, in the eyes.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“For those struggling with grief, there’s no timetable. It can last months, years, or longer. There is no rush. Give yourself permission to take however long it may be to fully heal from your loss.”
― Dana Arcuri, Sacred Wandering: Growing Your Faith In The Dark

“Understand there’s no right or wrong way to grieve, including anticipatory grief. It’s like the ocean. It ebbs and it flows. There can be moments of calm. But out of nowhere, it can feel like you're drowning.”
― Dana Arcuri, Sacred Wandering: Growing Your Faith In The Dark

“It's only when we're surrounded by sadness do we realize we were once happy all along.”
― Saim .A. Cheeda

“Sometimes the only way to the light is through the darkness. But there will be little beacons of light along the way that will help see you through. There is a duality of dark and light. Remember, we can’t shine without the dark.”
― A.E. Valdez, Colliding With Fate

“Walking dawn my steps are heavy,
the pebbles skirting into my heart.
Stones that are my weight of grief,
remnant dust of life once lived.

[Pebbled Grief]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“From inside the thick of her grief, Lydia read. She read without lifting her eyes...only pausing when the ache in her shoulder or the pins and needles in her foot forced her to lift her eyes from the page, shift the pillows and turn the other way. Then her gaze would fall on the wallpaper with its pattern of roses and she would blink and wonder where in the world she was. Then, as she started to remember, thank God, there was the book, and she would slip under again, a sigh in her throat.”
― Fiona Shaw, Tell It to the Bees