Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time. Arthur Golden

All water flows toward loneliness. Eduardo C. Corral

The realization that each random passerby is the main character of their own story, living a life just as vivid and complex as your own, while you are just an extra in the background. John Koenig, The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place. We stay there, even though we go away, and there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. Pascal Mercier

In the end, this may be why certain losses are so shocking, not because they defy reality, but because they reveal it. Kathryn Schulz