I'm convinced that whatever contains human emotions is composed of the most fragile material, for it can shatter unpredictably and without effort. And yet it is a resilient marvel as well, able to...

She tries to wear her pain on the inside. She always has. It's the trademark of the oldest sibling, I think.

Time slowed as metal shards enveloped her like shattered glass. None pierced her of course, but it seemed as though she might be able to reach out and pluck one from the sky. She settled for...

This might not mean much to you right now, but for what it's worth, I'll tell you. Maybe I know better than most. Life isn't black and white. People aren't either. Family, friends, lovers. It's all a...

Most of the pain we feel is nothing more than a story that needs telling.

I didn't have enough other people in my life to cover the loss of this many people at once. I didn't have spare aunties or cousins or grandparents. I didn't have backup. I didn't have insurance to...

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

Now one day, maybe I can forgive John Andersen for what he done to these trees, but I ain't gonna forget it. I figure forgiving is not letting something nag at you - rotting you out.

I was never able to accept anyone else's support but my own –

The wind made me shiver as I pulled my arms into my T-shirt. There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn't have. A solution. A remedy. Anything. The silence continued...

This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that it wasn't the worst day of their lives.

The heart is resilient and forgiving, it is the mind that causes us stress.

I guess she was a lifeline Sewing our family fabric together From me to dad to her Gave me a sense of continuity Especially when my daughter was born As she was slipping away

Her family had of late been exceedingly fluctuating. For many years of her life she had had two sons; but the crime and annihilation of Edward a few weeks ago, had robbed her of one; the similar...

She looked at him. Amazed by his certainty that this would all turn out fine. Humbled that he had any faith in Her after years of abuse at her hand. Perplexed by the love her mistreatment didn't...

At the end of your life, go out with a bruised - up, worn out heart that gave too much and loved too strongly and felt too fiercely.

The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus insensibly are we, as years close around us, detached from our tenacity of life by the gentle...

If your heart truly stops when she looks at you, how come you are still alive?

There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world, he says softly.

And the only thing I knew how to do was to hold on as tightly as possible and count every single second until I reached the last one. The one I dreaded most. Sudden, violent, final. The end.

Sometimes, it is wise to let people go without any complaints. If they are a part of our destiny, they will return after a couple of seasons. Till then, let them dwell in the pages of our memories.

If what is true brings us sorrow, / if what sorrow brings is truth

Fear is the greatest prison. Hope is the greatest freedom.

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's...

and that's where love finds you... in the tragedies.

Rejection is one thing - but rejection from a fool is cruel.

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it's the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

When a man learns to love, he must bear the risk of hatred.

There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first, and I learned to avoid hope.