The one ironclad rule is that I have to try. I have to walk into my writing room and pick up my pen every weekday morning
It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I’m not sure that will ever change.
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What this quote means
Grief can diminish in intensity but never truly disappears, lingering beneath the surface.
This quote by Anne Tyler captures the complex nature of grief, suggesting that although the pain may be dulled over time, it remains an ever-present part of one's emotional landscape. The metaphor of a blanket signifies the ways we cope with loss, shielding us from its sharpness, but the occasional lifting of the blanket reveals that the underlying sorrow still has the power to cut deeply, indicating that healing from grief is often a non-linear and ongoing process.
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In a eulogy, one might say, 'As Anne Tyler beautifully put it, grief is like a blanket that dulls the pain but remains ever-present.'
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