“Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature.”
“Isolate her, and however abundant the food or favourable the temperature, she will expire in a few days not of hunger or cold, but of loneliness.”
“Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.”
“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.”
“BELIEF - It’s the shining, lighthouse beacon that relentlessly lights the path to your personal utopia, your promised land your infinite wishes and fantasies. It’s your incessant blinding light at the end of the tunnel”
“These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.”