You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much. — Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
Download Customize

You never hear widows voice the sentiment, but I could stave off companionship indefinitely. Sex, not so much.

— Abby Fabiaschi, I Liked My Life
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
grief mourning sex widowhood

More “Grief” Quotes

Shhh, Eena, it’s going to be okay. I promise, you’ll get through this.” She didn’t fight him, but grabbed onto his shirt — Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even thos — Stant Litore, Strangers in the Land
Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape. — C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no — Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
Don't lick your wounds unless you care to taste the sting a second time. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway
My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway
I wish I believed him. He's looking at me like he can see where I begin. — Amy McNamara, Lovely, Dark and Deep
I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy. — Veronica Roth, Insurgent
My mother's last word to me clanks inside me like an iron bell that someone beats at dinnertime: love, love, love, love, — Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
My sister Emily first declined. The details of her illness are deep-branded in my memory, but to dwell on them, either i — Charlotte Brontë
An explosion in space makes no sound at all. — Rosamund Lupton, Sister
When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to — Emily Dickinson