Fantasy is my genre and my home in the writing world. I consider it the biggest writing room in all literature, where there are literally no boundaries at all.
Robin HobbRead
If a man does not die of a wound, then it heals in some fashion, and so it is with loss. From the sharp pain of immediate berevement, both the Prince and I passed into the gray days of numb bewilderment and waiting. So grief has always seemed to me, a time of waiting not for the hurt to pass, but to become accustomed to it.
Interpretation
Grief is a process of adjusting to loss rather than simply waiting for the pain to go away.
In this quote, Robin Hobb reflects on the nature of grief, comparing it to a wound that, while it may heal, still requires time and patience to truly come to terms with. She emphasizes that losing someone leads not only to immediate pain but also to a prolonged period of numbness where one must learn to live with that loss, indicating that the journey of grief involves not just enduring the hurt, but also adapting to a new reality without the loved one.
In practice
In a memorial speech to honor someone who has passed away.
Fantasy is my genre and my home in the writing world. I consider it the biggest writing room in all literature, where there are literally no boundaries at all.
As I apologized to her a flicker of panic raced through me and then faded away. There wasn't enough life left in me to panic. I'd made a mistake and I was dying. Apparently not even a Speck afterlife was available to me. I'd simply stop being. Apparently I hadn't died correctly. Oops.
That is the challenge Companion. To take what has happened to you and learn from it. Nothing is quite so destructive as pity, especially self-pity. No event in life is so terrible that one cannot rise above it.
Start writing sooner. Don't wait for permission. Don't hesitate.
I healed. Not completely. A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.
I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.
If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?
Compliments and praise, for their part, are tragic expressions of fulfilled needs
It never occurred to him that now he was looking at his master, at the one person in all the world who held his fate right between her palms - me, in patched hand-me-downs and untrimmed hair and idiot smile - and that my hatred for him is pure and black and unforgiving. And that I don't believe in God, but if I did, if I did, it would be the God of Moses, angry and demanding and OUT FOR REVENGE.
To mind being disliked by a woman you don’t desire and are not married to is yet another serious failure of common sense.
We have the idea that our hearts, once broken, scar over with an indestructible tissue that prevents their ever breaking again in quite the same place.
Dear young people, Jesus wants to be your friend, and wants you to spread the joy of this friendship everywhere.
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