Quotes from Terri Guillemets

Stumbling over all those little moments of grief is just a part of moving forward.

Grief is a haunted lake that's all too easy to drown in.

Grief cries pain and sighs love.

There's no reason Grief and Hope can't be friends.

Let grief and guilt stay not too long as houseguests.

Love stabs at loss with pangs of past happiness.

Grief is processing what's been taken from you, what's still within you, and all the blessings and memories left behind by the one you're grieving.

Fresh petals of grief will eventually wilt and fall away And along with tears and love, memories and time They will nourish the seeds of healing underneath — Life will re-flower as acceptance, strength, and peace

My grief is like a magician's endless scarf — the more I let out the more there is.

Missing you isn't just an empty void — it's what-ifs and questions and endless thoughts and bittersweet memories and runaway feelings and emotions that can't get a hold on anything physical so just slip and slide around my mind, and hide and re-emerge.

Our souls are dying — our flesh needs to feel the world on our knees with our naked feet face first in the dirt — wade and splash and submerge ourselves in water that is alive not sterilized, not sanitized not dead of being nothing...

A man has gray hair; a poet has locks as silvery as long-lost treasure.

Happiness is breathlessly chasing you.

Even happiness worries sometimes.

Contentment is the more serene brother of Happiness.

Happiness pulses with every beat of my heart.

One can only see clearly If one is going slowly. Quick motion creates life-blur.

Hatred is a blindman Seeing only darkness

Hating withers your heart. Hearts that don't pump love, atrophy.

Hate cages all the good things about you.

We cannot heal when hate persists.

A loving heart heals hate.

His heart beats only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body.

Some people breathe through their mouth, some breathe through their nose — I breathe through the pages of a book.