Paul heard his mother's grief and felt the emptiness within himself. I have no grief , he thought. Why? Why? He felt the inability to grieve as a terrible flaw.

The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.

There're a lot of things you don't understand. Zachary smoldered his gaze at me. I came looking for you, and then when I found out where you were, suddenly it didn't seem worth it. It wasn't you. It was everything and nothing. Life. Ma's death. Talking to anybody. Not worth it

You know when you cut yourself really badly, it doesn't hurt for a while. You don't feel anything. Death- our reaction to death- is sort of like that. You don't feel anything at all. And then, later on, you begin to hurt.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding, and softens the heart

Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.

I was raised in the Baptist church... but I didn't really have a real committed experience with Christ until my father died.

The preacher speaks both the word of tragedy and the word of comedy because they are both of them the truth and because Jesus speaks them both...

Your father lies beneath a stone,' old Aedwen mumbles, dozing at her wheel, and Godric thinks how it's a stone as well they're all beneath. The stone is need and hurt and gall and tongue-tied longing, for that's the stone that kinship always bears, yet the loss of it would press more grievous still.