Grief is the price we pay for love.

Grief remains one of the few things that has the power to silence us. It is a whisper in the world and a clamor within. More than sex, more than faith, even more than its usher death, grief is unspoken, publicly ignored except for those moments at the funeral that are over too quickly, or the conversations among the cognoscenti, those of us who recognize in one another a kindred chasm deep in the center of who we are.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.

Death ends a life, not a relationship.

Part of getting over it is knowing that you will never get over it.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

Knowing what to say isn't always necessary; just the presence of a caring friend can make the world of difference.