I’ve decided. The next time I cry, it’ll be for “someone special”, and it’ll definitely be “tears of happiness.
You don’t understand the power of loss when it first hits you like a baseball coming fast from an out-of-control pitcher….It’s the third day after an injury when the pain really starts to throb.
Someone once said that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live. I could tell you who said it, but who the hell really cares.
Everything we come across becomes a part of us. It doesn’t matter how small or insignificant it is…or how devastating. One story here, one story there, that’s what I see when I look back at my life. An accumulation of everything I went through.
Quentin quieted and watched her for a moment, hungrily, like he was trying to memorize every detail. Maybe he was. Forever is a long time. You have to burn the edges of memory onto your heart, or they can fade, and sometimes the second loss is worse than the first one.
This time, there are no tears. This time, there is only emptiness and I feel it set in the straight line of my mouth. I am not strong enough for this. I want an earthquake, a hurricane, anything – even a devil, the one with the cloven hoof – Mrs. Leed’s unfortunate 13th child – to rush out and stomp on me, break me into little pieces and hurl me to the stars, let me go back with those people I love. Please.
There is a realm in which miracles are possible and do take place. The door to this realm is the belief in all possibilities and YOU are the key.
It’s being without him that I’ll never get used to.
…I did what most kids do when their world feels destroyed. I tried to care less about what remained…This was untrue, of course.
The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces- those, I think, are the sensations of grief.