A Grief Observed Quotes

Tonight all the hells of young grief have opened again; the mad words, the bitter resentment, the fluttering in the stomach, the nightmare unreality, the wallowed-in tears. For in grief nothing ‘stays put.’ One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats.

Did you ever know, dear, how much you took away with you when you left? You have stripped me even of my past, even of the things we never shared.