Death is staring too long into the burning sun and the relief of entering a cool, dark room.
Elisabeth Kubler-RossRead
The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not "get over" the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to.
Interpretation
Grief is an ongoing process that shapes us rather than a hurdle to overcome.
This quote emphasizes the enduring nature of grief and recognizes that losing a loved one is a profound experience that alters our lives. It encourages acceptance that while we will heal and grow, the impact of such a loss will always be a part of us, contributing to our complexities rather than erasing our past.
In practice
Sharing this quote at a memorial service can help attendees understand the ongoing nature of grief.
Death is staring too long into the burning sun and the relief of entering a cool, dark room.
The simple life on the farm was everything to me. Nothing was more relaxing after a long plane flight than to reach the winding driveway that led up to my house. The quiet of the night was more soothing than a sleeping pill.
The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well.
There is no joy without hardship. If not for death, would we appreciate life? If not for hate, would we know the ultimate goal is love? At these moments you can either hold on to negativity and look for blame, or you can choose to heal and keep on loving.
We're put here on Earth to learn our own lessons. No one can tell you what your lessons are; it is part of your personal journey to discover them. On these journeys we may be given a lot, or just a little bit, of the things we must grapple with, but never more than we can handle.
There are no mistakes, no coincidences; all events are blessings given to us to learn from.
When my parents were liberated, four years before I was born, they found that the ordinary world outside the camp had been eradicated. There was no more simple meal, no thing was less than extraordinary: a fork, a mattress, a clean shirt, a book. Not to mention such things that can make one weep: an orange, meat and vegetables, hot water. There was no ordinariness to return to, no refuge from the blinding potency of things, an apple screaming its sweet juice.
How we come into this world, how we are ushered in, met, and hopefully embraced upon arrival, impacts the whole of our time on earth.
If life is so critical, if Anne Frank could die, if my friend could die, children were as vulnerable as adults, and that gave me a secret purpose to my work, to make them live. Because I wanted to live. I wanted to grow up.
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.
Hip-hop saved my life, man. It's the only thing I've ever been even decent at. I don't know how to do anything else.
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