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Interesting take on grief:
"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but
the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach,
the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a
sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to
take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is
so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the
moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another
and not to me.
There are moments, most unexpectedly, when something inside me tries to
assure me that I don't really mind so much, not so very much, after all.
Love is not the whole of a man's life...
I've plenty of what are called 'resources.' People get over these things.
Come, I shan't do so badly. One is ashamed to listen to this voice but it
seems for a little to be making out a good case. Then comes a sudden jab
of red-hot memory and all this 'commonsense' vanishes like an ant in the
mouth of a furnace."
- C.S. Lewis
"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but
the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach,
the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a
sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to
take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is
so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the
moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another
and not to me.
There are moments, most unexpectedly, when something inside me tries to
assure me that I don't really mind so much, not so very much, after all.
Love is not the whole of a man's life...
I've plenty of what are called 'resources.' People get over these things.
Come, I shan't do so badly. One is ashamed to listen to this voice but it
seems for a little to be making out a good case. Then comes a sudden jab
of red-hot memory and all this 'commonsense' vanishes like an ant in the
mouth of a furnace."
- C.S. Lewis