When grief is deepest, words are fewest.

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.

My mind couldn’t fit itself around the shape of his absence.

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.

I don’t move away from grief, rather through it.

Your grief path is yours alone, and no one else can walk it, and no one else can understand it.

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

Grief releases love and it also instills a profound sense of connection.

Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.

People in grief need someone to walk with them without judging them.

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

There are no goodbyes for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in my heart.