I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate. — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
Small things such as this have saved me: how much I love my mother—even after all these years. How powerfully I carry… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“Within forty minutes, the voice inside my head was screaming, WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO? I tried to ignore it, to… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
The obliterated place is equal parts destruction and creation. The obliterated place is pitch black and bright light. It is water and… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“Grief is tremendous, but love is bigger. You are grieving because you loved truly. The beauty in that is greater than the… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“Don’t listen to those people who suggest you should be “over” your daughter’s death by now. The people who squawk the loudest… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“Love is the feeling we have for those we care deeply about and hold in high regard. It can be light as… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“I was twenty-two, the same age she was when she'd been pregnant with me. She was going to leave my life at… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“The people who squawk the loudest about such things have almost never had to get over anything. Or at least not any… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
If, as a culture, we don’t bear witness to grief, the burden of loss is placed entirely upon the bereaved, while the… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“I lay down in the mother ash dirt among the crocuses and told her it was okay. That I'd surrendered. That since… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“The same is true for your fiancée, Bewildered. She is your joy on wheels whose every experience is informed and altered by… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“She understands that attention is the first and final act of love, and that the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn’t cheap… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
“The most terrible and beautiful and interesting things happen in life. For some of you, those things have already happened. Whatever happens to you… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
Of course you want someone special to love you. A majority of the people who write to me inquire about how they can get… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
It's still true that literary works by women, gays, and writers of color are often framed as specific, rather than universal, small rather than… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
“Don’t listen to those people who suggest you should be “over” your daughter’s death by now. The people who squawk the loudest about such… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
“. . . there was the actual doing it, quickly followed by the grim realization of what it meant to do it, followed by… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
Love is our essential nutrient. Without it, life has little meaning. It's the best thing we have to give and the most valuable thing… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
“I never believed the boys were angry. I believed they were hurt and anger was the safest manifestation of their sorrow. It was the… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
“It’s wrong that this is required of you. It’s wrong that your son died. It will always be wrong.” — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
“Your ultimatum is simple. It’s fair. And it’s stating your own intentions, not what you hope theirs will be.” — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
“We aren't poor," my mother said, again and again. "Because we're rich in love.” — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share
