“Only marriage combines all three forms of companionship - spouse is family, best friend, and permanent companion. This is why it is widely held that while the death of a child is the most painful loss, the death of a spouse is the most disorienting one.”
“Because she is in God s hands. But if so, she was in God s hands all the time, and I have seen what they did to her here. Do they suddenly become gentler to us the moment we are out of the body and if so, why? If God s goodness is inconsistent with hurting us, then either God is not good or there is no God: for the only life we know He hurts us beyond our worst fears and beyond all we can imagine. If it is consistent with hurting us, then He may hurt us after death is unendurably as before it.”
“Sometimes the worst failures in our lives turn out to be for the best. Sometimes our path leads through darkness, but that doesn t mean we shouldn t walk it. Sometimes our path leads to loss. But that doesn t mean we ve gone astray.”
“I ve decided. The next time I cry, it ll be for someone special , and it ll definitely be tears of happiness.”
“Forse si vive una vita a metà, quando si perde la persona che si ama. Forse l’amore ti entra dentro così a fondo da diventare parte di te, non meno di una gamba o di un braccio o di un organo. Forse persino di più, perché diventa parte della tua anima, e quando una parte della tua anima muore non puoi asportarla, toglierla o strapparla via, se ne resta semplicemente lì, dove tu non puoi fare a meno di vederla.”
“There is no loss in life.”
“The only loss is the love did not express.”
“This is probably going to be one wound that can never be healed.”
“I m going to move on, while carrying these feelings with me.”
“If you lose something, do not worry.”
“La vie n est qu une longue perte de tout ce qu on aime.”
“Why did the sun rise this morning It s not natural I don t want to see the light It s not time to close the casket Or say Kaddish for my son I ve already buried two fathers With a mother to come Isn t that enough Lord who wants us To exalt and santify Him I don t want to wear the mourner s ribbon Or wake up crying every morning For God knows how long I don t want to tuck my son into the ground As if we were putting him to bed For the last time Close the prayer book I will not pretend That God brings peace upon us And upon all Israel I don t want to hear anyone Scolding me from her wheelchair Because I m crying too hard I m not worried about a heart attack Nothingness You ve already broken my heart I will not forgive you Sun of emptiness Sky of blank clouds I will not forgive you Indifferent God Until you give back my son”
“Every loss is a gain.”
“A demigod who reaches his apotheosis never mourns for himself. It is the business of his many adulators to mourn for him. He cannot feel sadness to be so great, leaving all the rest of us to champion in trembling misery. I, surprisingly, have very few words to offer, only because this year has taken so many sensational performers from us. There comes a time when the agony of loss is too great, when we feel it too much-- there is nothing left but painful astonishment. My grievances lie more with the Gods for taking him away from us than they do with his parting. I suppose I shall reach the stage of unconscionable sorrow at some point; now I am half confusion and half indignation. It should be impossible for people to be so deeply affected by someone whom we have never formally met, but this is existence: it is a bold measure we take, this stake in sufferance; we must all go through everything together, another proof of the mask of division. We all feel the same things, and Prince s passing is felt no less by anybody. Between him and Bowie, there is now a musical chasm in the world, a place where Gods once dwelt that is now abandoned, and in the Age of Pseudolotry, where what is nonsensical reigns over what is intelligent, we are likely never to see one of his kind again. Goodnight, sweet Prince. We shall go on trundling through this thing called life with hearts defrauded of our greatest love. --On the death of Prince”
“I do not know, not do I care to remember The time in which I knew distinctly that you were gone You fade in and out of memory Upon which I can not feign to touch Or feel How cruel to leave me With paper but no pen What a way to leave me You give me cups, but not water to fill them So they sit there Empty Your reflection Bouncing to and fro From every surface”
“I do not know, nor do I care to remember The time in which I knew distinctly that you were gone You fade in and out of memory Upon which I can not feign to touch Or feel How cruel to leave me With paper but no pen What a way to leave me You give me cups, but not water to fill them So they sit there Empty Your reflection Bouncing to and fro From every surface”
“...I did what most kids do when their world feels destroyed. I tried to care less about what remained...It was untrue, of course.”