Experience teaches that the fire of mental grief is intensified by being confined to its own hearth.

I realized that for the time being I could not trust myself to present a coherent face to the world.

Sometimes when we are drowning in our own loss we lash out--anger is momentarily easier to cope with.

Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words.

Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words.

Somehow the thought she might be next wasn't nearly as terrifying as the realization he was gone.

Even extreme grief may ultimately ventitself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy

Even extreme grief may ultimately ventitself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy

It is the blessing of dumb work done close to the earth-one gritty minute at a time, we move forward.

If he didn’t love so deeply, he couldn’t grieve so deeply. But he’s drowning in it.

If he didn’t love so deeply, he couldn’t grieve so deeply. But he’s drowning in it.

There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

Sorry doesn’t make anything better. It’s just a word to fill the space of a loss of words.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.