“Grief is weird. It seems to come in these waves out of nowhere. One minute I'm standing in the ocean, fine. The next minute I'm drowning.” — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“I want you to be careful in this world. My heart is wrapped up in you.” — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“Don't think that way," my mom says. "We need to think positively." How's this: I am positively fucked.” — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“Pareidolia. One of my favorite words. It's when your mind sees a pattern you recognize where there isn't one. Like seeing a face in… — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“Weird how we're programmed to get pleasure from destroying ourselves.” — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“Now I'm standing here, writing the final chapter of my son's portion of the history of my life. I never imagined that my history… — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“Gray, desolate dread descends on me--a cloud of ash blocking the sun. A complete absence of light or warmth. A tangible, mold-scented obscurity. A… — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“She's it. She's my everything. She's the standard by which I'll judge beauty for the rest of my life. I'll measure every touch to… — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“When he was sad, he never used it as an occasion to make anyone else sad.” — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“I wish it would rain. Torrents. So hard it would cleanse me of worry and trouble; so hard it would lift the stain of… — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, though, you want to remember every minute you spent with someone. You want to remember even the most mundane moments. You wish you… — Jeff Zentner Copy Share Image
