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Tag: grief, love

It was a look that suggested emotions happening just past your line of sight: a grief so deep you’d never be able to see it, a love so fierce it could swallow itself completely.

Francis Guenette

Book-club night stopped abruptly when Caleb died. For almost a year and a half, as if by some type of tacit agreement, they all knew they couldn’t be in the same room at the same time. It was as if their collective grief would multiply, rebounding endlessly within any closed space like an image in a house of mirrors, until the pain would overcome them all.

How will I go on without her?!The answer was very simple: one day at a time.

Aron Moss wrote a wonderful article on this topic in which he explains, ”We don’t really want answers, we don’t want explanations, and we don’t want closure. … We want an end to suffering … but we shouldn’t leave it up to God to alleviate suffering. … He is waiting for us to do it. That’s what we are here for.

He thinks he can see all her grief in her face, all her love and empty days.

The look on his face told her what had happened and that hurt burrowed deeper than anything she’d ever felt, deep enough to change from the thing she felt to the thing she was. Love, she learned, could reduce its recipient to an essential thing, as important as food or shelter, whose presence is not only longed for but needed.

No one has ever held me so tightly. It’s a shock to matter this much. It isn’t like arms are around me, it’s more like a house, as if he has made a house around me. As he did around Tommy.

And yet I was filled with grief. In the beginning of all love there is grief, because at that moment you’re closest to the ghost of parting. You know how easily it could all slip away, how easily it could evaporate into eternal, never-to-be-consummated longing.

What peace it must be to know that someone is yours, no matter what – it is ordained, can never be otherwise.

Mary Doria Russell

Love is a debt, she thought. When the bill comes, you pay in grief.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And wilt thou have me fashion into speechThe love I bear thee, finding words enough,And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,Between our faces, to cast light on each? -I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teachMy hand to hold my spirits so far offFrom myself–me–that I should bring thee proofIn words, of love hid in me out of reach.Nay, let the silence of my womanhoodCommend my woman-love to thy belief, -Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,And rend the garment of my life, in brief,By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

Rosamund Lupton

When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.