Gail Caldwell Quotes
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
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.
Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.
What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.
memory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast pain.
Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.
That she was irreplaceable became a bittersweet loyalty: Her death was what I had now instead of her.
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.
My idea of a productive day, as both a child and an adult, was reading for hours and staring out the window.
If writers possess a common temperament, it's that they tend to be shy egomaniacs; publicity is the spotlight they suffer for the recognition they crave.
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.
The truth, or success, of any writer's story lies partly in its specificity and its emotional honesty.
Grief doesn't necessarily make you noble. Sometimes it just makes you crazy, or primitive with fear.
We need imperfection in our relationships, else we would die from the thickness of intimacy.
The real hell of this, " he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.
