“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, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.”
More from Arthur Golden
“Sometimes, the smartest remark is silence.”
“I don’t think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.”
“I don’t know when we’ll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We…”
“Water is powerful. It can wash away earth, put out fire, and even destroy iron.”