Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance.

You are gone, but thank you for all these soft, sweet things you left behind. In my home, in my head, in my heart.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, the deeper the grief, the closer is God!

It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

Wherever a beautiful soul has been, there is a trail of beautiful memories.

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

It’s not life situations but our thoughts are the pilots of grief.

Grieving doesn’t make you imperfect. It makes you human.

Love is an engraved invitation to grief.

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

I wish I had done everything on earth with you.

The only cure for grief is action.

You don’t go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.