The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course.
Grief doesn't necessarily make you noble. Sometimes it just makes you crazy, or primitive with fear.
The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.
Old dogs can be a regal sight. Their exuberance settles over the years into a seasoned nobility, their routines become as locked into yours as the quietest and kindest of marriages.
What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.
The belief that life was hard and often its worst battles were fought in private, that it was possible to walk through fear and come out scorched but still breathing.