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“This was how to help a family who has just lost their child. Wash the clothes, make soup. Don't ask them what they need, bring them what they need. Keep them warm. Listen to them rant, and cry, and tell their story over and over.”
― Ann Hood, The Obituary Writer

“I know I’m the one who has shattered the perfection that was our souls as one.”
― Cassandra Giovanni, Faded Perfection

“I catch a glimpse of how much I've withdrawn from her. I know she doesn't for a minute resent it or blame me, but it must have been hard on her; she's lost me as well as Freddie, in a way. I make a mental note that one day, when I am better, I'll tell her how sometimes, on the dark days, she's been the only light I could see.”
― Josie Silver, The Two Lives of Lydia Bird

“I feel I've lost every part of me...there's nothing left but the parts I've given to you. I need you to hold those pieces together. Please don't forget who I was...then...then there really will be nothing left.”
― Cassandra Giovanni, Faded Perfection

“But Mama--at first I tried to pretend she was only gone, like on a trip. And then when I couldn't do that anymore, I tried to believe she was dead.' Her nose was running, from emotion, whisky, or the heat of the tea. Roger reached for the tea towel hanging by the stove and shoved it across the tabe to her. 'She isn't, though.' She picked up the towel and wiped angrily at her nose. 'That's the trouble! I have to miss her all the time, and know that I'll never see her again, but she isn't even dead! How can I mourn for her, when I think-when I hope-she's happy where she is, when I made her go?”
― Diana Gabaldon

“grief moves like the moon”
― Emmy Marucci, Tell Me Another Story: Poems of You and Me

“Sorrow is the violent smashing of reason, in that reason has no power over it.”
― Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading

“We need to recognise grief for what it is in order to be able to deal with it.”
― Patrick Regan, Bouncing Forwards: Notes on Resilience, Courage and Change

“You believed that no harm would reach you, because you were protected, not be angels, but by the laws of probability which stated that really bad things happened not very often, except when they did.”
― Shehan Karunatilaka, The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida By Shehan Karunatilaka, To Paradise By Hanya Yanagihara 2 Books Collection Set