“The grief of children was unconditional, fueled by the implicit belief that it would last forever; for a child, grief was not grief unless it was eternal.”
“There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief...is the weight of a sleeping child.”
“Grief is love turned into an eternal missing”
“Sorrow fades," he muttered as he retrieved the last fragment, "grief dies, but Art lives forever.”
“Nothing lasts. Not love, not grief.”
“I know that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.”