“I hold his name close as my own blood and I will never let it out. I only spoke it that once so he would know he was alive.”
— Louise Erdrich, Love Medicine
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"Grief and love are sisters, woven together from the beginning. Their kinship reminds us that there is no love that does not contain loss and no loss that is not a reminder of the love we carry for what we once held close."
– Francis Weller, The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief
"The risk of love is loss and the price of loss is grief. But the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love."
– Hilary Stanton Zunin
You dont fall in love with beautiful people but whom you fall in love with appears beautiful !
“Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.”
— Ernest Hemingway
“Your handwriting, the way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.”
-Chuck Palahniuk
“Remember: when they look right through you, you’re still there.”
— Guante, “When They Look Right Through You”