Grief was a terrible and beautiful thing.
“In the distance, I can see a storm coming in, the dark clouds and the lightning on the horizon moving towards me. I wait and I wait and I wait for the storm. And then it comes, and the rains wash a...”
“Life was like that- there would always be something scratching at the door. And whatever was scratching would just scratch and scratch until you opened the door.”
“Maybe it wasn't a good idea to rank the people in your life. That's not how the heart worked. The heart didn't make lists.”
“We'd been so sure of ourselves, but now we were lost.”
“And prayer? How could you pray to a God you wanted to hit?”
“The thing about tears is that they can be as quiet as a cloud floating across the desert sky.”
“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.”
“Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.”
“So its true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”