I still loved Marc desperately and couldn’t imagine life without him. Jace was…something else. Something I could feel but couldn’t articulate. Something I wanted, and hadn’t been able to resist in my grief-weakened state. He was something that would have to wait.
Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.
We all choke, and the man who says he doesn't choke is lying like hell.
I admired the tournament system because it brings some reality to the game. You had to beat everybody to get your title shot. It wasn't something random, you got there because you beat everybody else.
It's better to keep grief inside. Grief inside works like bees or ants, building curious and perfect structures, complicating you. Grief outside means you want something from someone, and chances are good you won't get it.
The only way that I can do better than someone else, maybe they're better at something else, but they'll never beat me at work.
When you are wanting to comfort someone in their grief take the words 'at least' out of your vocabulary. In saying them you minimise someone else's pain...Don't take someone else's grief and try to put it in a box that YOU can manage. Learn to truly grieve with others for as long as it may take.
We have yet to beat our drums for birth control in the way we beat them for polio vaccine. We are still unable to put babies in the class of dangerous epidemics, even though this is the exact truth.
I don't think grief of grief in a medical way at all. I think that I and many of my colleagues, are very concerned when grief becomes pathological, that there is no question that grief can trigger depression in vulnerable people and there is no question that depression can make grief worse.
For the choke, there are no "tough guys". With an arm lock he can be tough and resist the pain. With the choke he just passes out, goes to sleep.
It`s interesting about people who choke. I`m, believe it or not, a good athlete. I`ve watched people choke over the years.
It's an Afghanistan goat, so it can't stay here, or else it'll choke on the sweet air of freedom.
The armlock is an armlock, a choke is a choke. How you set it up - is different. Everybody have their personal style.
Typically, when someone gets a choke on me, I have a pretty strong neck. It's usually hard to choke me.
You choke my days, I'll choke yours.
Grief is a sign that we loved something more than ourselves. . . . Grief makes us worthy to suffer with the rest of the world.