I see now that my faith was becoming an ally rather than an enemy because I could vent anger freely, even toward God, without fearing retribution.
I see now that my faith was becoming an ally rather than an enemy because I could vent anger freely, even toward God, without fearing retribution.
I see now that my faith was becoming an ally rather than an enemy because I could vent anger freely, even toward God, without fearing retribution.
Eifersucht ist eine Leidenschaft, Die mit Eifer sucht, was Leiden schafft.(Jealousy is a grievous passion that jealously seeks what causes grief.)
I don't know how to describe it, but the more I stare at him, the more I see his grief wrapped around him like shackles he can never take off.
I don't know how to describe it, but the more I stare at him, the more I see his grief wrapped around him like shackles he can never take off.
He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.
He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.
There is uncertainty in hope, but even with its tenuous nature, it summons our strength and pulls us through fear and grief— and even death.
Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything.
Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything.
I knew I was being an idiot. But I figured if I kept being an idiot, if I didn't actually accept the truth, then the truth would become false.
I knew I was being an idiot. But I figured if I kept being an idiot, if I didn't actually accept the truth, then the truth would become false.
Love is infinite. Grief can lead to love. Love can lead to grief. Grief is a love story told backward just as love is a grief story told backward.
Love is infinite. Grief can lead to love. Love can lead to grief. Grief is a love story told backward just as love is a grief story told backward.
Sometimes when I wake up, I forget that she's gone and then I remember and my heart drops like it does when you miss a step or trip over a kerb.