05 Emily Dickinson on Grief, Love and Loss, Brain Pickings

Because the price of living wholeheartedly (which is the only way worth living) is the heartbreak of many losses — the loss of love to dissolution, distance, or death; the loss of the body to gravity and time — and because loss leaves in its wake an experience so private yet so universal, the common record of human experience that we call literature is replete with reflections on grief:1

I Measure Every Grief I Meet: Emily Dickinson on Love and Loss