Our grief is the finest proof that we have loved.
Love is a poem; grief is a novel.
Grief has a peak, a straight streak and oblique.
What’s past help isn’t past hurt.
Grieve when you hurt; heal with dessert.
Joy needs a mouth; grief needs an ear.
Grieving rituals are our victuals.
Simmer your losses in silence and sauces.
Grieve all your ouches with blankets and couches.
Sleep’s a respite for the desperate.
Loss instructs wavering minds to steady.
Weep — then make a fiery launch into the future.
Resilience is our super-human brilliance.
Modern Thought Proverbs, Aphorisms and Epigrams 