I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
Gail CaldwellRead
It's taken years for me to understand that dying doesn't end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur, aand epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part-- time and space and heart's weariness are the blander executioners or human connection.
Interpretation
Life continues to evolve even after death; separation can also stem from distance and emotional fatigue.
In this quote, Gail Caldwell reflects on the nature of human relationships and the inevitability of change, both in life and through death. She suggests that while physical death may seem like the end, it is actually the journey of connection and transformation that defines our stories. Additionally, she emphasizes that the true severance of relationships can often come from emotional distance rather than death itself, highlighting the complexities of human connection.
In practice
In a eulogy to celebrate a loved one's life and the impact they had on others.
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course. Until Caroline had died I had belonged to that other world, the place of innocence, and linear expectations, where I thught grief was a simple, wrenching realm of sadness and longing that graduallu receded. What that definition left out was the body blow that loss inflicts, as well as the temporary madness, and a range of less straightforward emotions shocking in their intensity.
When you invest in something for so long and you stop and have nothing to fill that space, it can be more of a crisis of identity.
Why does man not see things? He is himself standing in the way: he conceals things.
Everything must be free to be written and published without restraint.
Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.
Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.
Peace is a very complicated concept. When the lion gobbles up the lamb and wipes his lips, then there's peace. Well, I ain't for that peace at all.
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