David Kessler Quotes

But when you're ready to hope again, you will be able to find it. Bad days don't have to be your eternal destiny.

we have more than opiates for pain, and we have more than anti-anxiety medication to combat fear and distress. We have the “who” and “what” we see before we die, which is perhaps the greatest comfort to the dying.

Visions, Trips, and Crowded Rooms: Who and What You See Before You Die.

Dahulu, saya menggenggam erat kehidupan dalam kepalan tangan, tetapi sekarang saya sadar bahwa saya juga bisa memegangnya dengan tangan terbuka.

When someone dies, the relationship doesn't die with them.

Imagine the thoughts in your mind as being like a garden. Whatever thoughts you water are the thoughts that will grow. When you have a horrible image in your mind, if you keep looking at it and telling yourself that you can't stop, that image will become stronger and stronger.

When it comes to food, we are, in essence, following an eating script that has been written into the circuits of our brains.

After all my years working with the dying and the grieving, I have found that in this lifetime, the ultimate meaning we find is in everyone we have loved. Your loved one's story is over. For unknown reasons, their time on earth has drawn to a close, but yours continues. I can only invite you to be curious about the rest of the story of your life.

There is no greater gift you can give someone in grief than to ask them about their loved one, and then truly listen. When we see our sorrow in the eyes of another, we know our grief has meaning. We get a glimpse, maybe for the first time since the loss, that we will survive, and a future is possible.

Pay attention to your thinking. — Louise Hay

You have to cry your own tears because no one can do it for you.

watch our loved ones go peacefully into the sunset. We need to ask ourselves what we can do to make the last chapter of life meaningful.

Ultimately, meaning comes through finding a way to sustain your love for the person after their death while you're moving forward with your life. That

I could blame everyone else for not feeling the pain I felt, or I could feel my own grief without any expectations about how anyone else should feel. I could have gratitude for whatever kindness people extended to me, while recognizing that they could not be expected to share my feelings. This was my tragedy, not theirs. I thought of the Auden poem "Musée des Beaux Arts," about suffering "while someone else is eating or opening a window."

Life gives us pain. Our job is to experience it when it gets handed to us.