Gail Caldwell Quotes

The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

Mostly I couldn't bear... the paltry notion that memory was all that eternal life really meant, and I spent too much time wondering where people got the fortitude or delusion to keep on moving past the static dead.

We need imperfection in our relationships, else we would die from the thickness of intimacy.

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. ...We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow.

It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.