76.
Lucky is the spouse who dies first, who never has to know what survivors endure.
—Sue Grafton
77.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
—William Penn
78.
You don’t know how easy death is. It’s—it’s like a door. A person simply walks through it, and she’s lost to you forever.
—Eloisa James
79.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
80.
I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.
—Victoria Hanley
81.
You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.
—Anne Lamott
82.
I know she isn’t coming back, but I still think that she will. Nothing can make that go away. We figure out what death means when we’re born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.
—Lauren DeStefano
83.
Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.
—Anna Quindlen
84.
A feeling of pleasure or solace can be so hard to find when you are in the depths of your grief. Sometimes it’s the little things that help get you through the day. You may think your comforts sound ridiculous to others, but there is nothing ridiculous about finding one little thing to help you feel good in the midst of pain and sorrow!
—Elizabeth Berrien
85.
Even if you are alive somewhere, the absence of the other person who used to be there beside you obliterates your presence. Everything in the room, even the stars in the sky, can disappear in a second, changing one scene for another, just like in a dream.
—Hwang Sok-yong
86.
We can endure much more than we think we can; all human experience testifies to that. All we need to do is learn not to be afraid of pain. Grit your teeth and let it hurt. Don’t deny it, don’t be overwhelmed by it. It will not last forever. One day, the pain will be gone and you will still be there.
—Harold Kushner
87.
Grief is not a disorder, a disease or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.
—Earl Grollman
88.
The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost.
—Arthur Schopenhauer
89.
I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.
—Leo Buscaglia
90.
A four-foot box, a foot for every year.
—Seamus Heaney
91.
What is this sleep which holds you now?
You are lost in the dark and cannot hear me.
You are lost in the dark and cannot hear me.
—The Epic of Gilgamesh
92.
They say that a part of you dies when a special Loved One passes away…I disagree…I say a part of you lives with your Loved One on the other side.
—Daniel Yanez
93.
They say (she had read somewhere) that no one ever disappears, up in the atmosphere, stratosphere, whatever you call space—atoms infinitely minute, beyond conception of existence, are up there forever, from the whole world, from all time.
—Nadine Gordimer
94.
I was standing in our dining-room thinking of nothing in particular, when a cablegram was put into my hand. It said, ‘Susy was peacefully released today.’ It is one of the mysteries of our nature that a man, all unprepared, can receive a thunder-stroke like that and live.
—Mark Twain
95.
My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper. She lived.
—Kami Garcia
96.
Every second of every day I still love them, and I won’t believe they are dead until I see it for myself.
—Shannon A. Thompson
97.
The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.
—Kellie Elmore
98.
I feel I’ve lost every part of me…there’s nothing left but the parts I’ve given to you. I need you to hold those pieces together. Please don’t forget who I was…then…then there really will be nothing left.
—Cassandra Giovanni
99.
Staring out to sea, I finally forced myself to stop thinking of her as someone still somewhere, if only in memory, still obscurely alive, breathing, doing, moving, but as a shovelful of ashes already scattered; as a broken link, a biological dead end, an eternal withdrawal from reality, a once complex object that now dwindled, dwindled, left nothing behind except a l like a fallen speck of soot on a blank sheet of paper.
—John Fowles
100.
As I walk through the redwood trees, my sneakers sopping up days of rain, I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes, when grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
—Jandy Nelson
