Sorrow spoken lends a little courage to the speaker.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

was it scripted by God or I am playing with my life.

was it scripted by God or I am playing with my life.

Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.

Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

I look at people who aren’t us and I hate them.

[I]t wasn't history that was too fragile, but me.

[I]t wasn't history that was too fragile, but me.

Why not laugh again, and let your joy be my monument?

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.