Im Blau des Firstenhimmels war der Falke kaum noch erkennbar, aber umgekehrt sahen Juhuts Augen ganz sicher, was unter ihm vorging.
[ZWÖLF WASSER, Buch Zwei >In die Abgründe<, S. 391 ]
The interesting thing about grief, I think, is that it is its own size. It is not the size of you. It is its own size. And grief comes to you. You know what I mean? I’ve always liked that phrase ‚He was visited by grief,‘ because that’s really what it is. Grief is its own thing. It’s not like it’s in me and I’m going to deal with it. It’s a thing, and you have to be okay with its presence. If you try to ignore it, it will be like a wolf at your door.