“There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing.”
“Cease, man, to mourn, to weep, to wail;Enjoy thy shining hour of sun;We dance along Death's icy brink,But is the dance less full of fun?”
“She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation, she wished only to cease, to be no more, as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.”
“But life ebbed and flowed. The universe took things away and gave things back”
“I had to cease to mourn what could never be and make the most of what was possible. And I would begin doing that by trying to mend the hurts of the past.”
“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.”