A feeling of pleasure or solace can be so hard to find when you are in the depths of your grief. Sometimes it's the little things that help get you through the day. You may think your comforts sound ridiculous to others, but there is nothing ridiculous about finding one little thing to help you feel good in the midst of pain and sorrow!

— Elizabeth Berrien

All the sorrows of life are bearable if only we can convert them into a story.

— Izak Dinesen

And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.

— C.S. Lewis

An upturned life is righted in the box.

— Nick John Whittle

As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss.

— Robert J. Wiersema

Because she is in God's hands.' But if so, she was in God's hands all the time, and I have seen what they did to her here. Do they suddenly become gentler to us the moment we are out of the body and if so, why? If God's goodness is inconsistent with hurting us, then either God is not good or there is no God: for the only life we know He hurts us beyond our worst fears and beyond all we can imagine. If it is consistent with hurting us, then He may hurt us after death is unendurably as before it.

— C.S. Lewis

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the bereaved

— Iris Murdoch

Change the way you think and you will change the way you feel.

— Charmaine Smith Ladd

Christmas is such a time of struggle anyway, crammed with busy and hurry and the expectation that you will be joyful, no matter what. Then, if you’re like me, when you just sit quietly, just be, and let yourself feel what you feel, the guilt creeps in. Because you’re alive, and the world is big, and you should be feeling some freakin’ Christmas spirit.

— Anna White

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

— Euripides