“Most of all I told this story because I wanted to say something about hope and the absence of it, and how we keep going anyway. About second chances, and how they’re sometimes buried amid the dross, even when you’re… — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
“The other thing I know now, is that we survive grief merely and surely by outlasting it. The ongoing fact of the narrative eclipses… — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course. — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days. — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it. — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
Grief doesn't necessarily make you noble. Sometimes it just makes you crazy, or primitive with fear. — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
You can’t change the tale so that you turned left one day instead of right, or didn’t make the mistake that might have saved… — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
“From the first winter afternoon in the Harvard ball fields, "Oh no--I need you" had become an admission and a clarion call--the tenet of… — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
“Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part--time and space and the heart's… — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part. — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
memory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast… — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
“Counting on each other became automatic. When I found a sweater in Texas I wanted, I learned to buy two, which was easier than… — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. — Gail Caldwell Copy Share Image
