Quotes about grief
grief absence form
Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief Alison Bechdel
grief parent trying
She sat in her room on the couch my parents had given up on and worked on hardening herself. Take deep breaths and hold them. Try to stay still for longer and longer periods of time. Make yourself small and like a stone. Curl the edges of yourself up and fold them under where no one can see. ~pg 29, Susie's sister Lindsey dealing with grief. Alice Sebold
grief capacity results
There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed- Abraham Verghese
grief love-you language
The only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that? Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn't feel like anything anymore. Ann Hood
grief plot smooth
Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.
grief laughing making-love
Time passes and I am still not through it. Grief isn't something you get over. You live with it. You go on on with it lodged in you. Sometimes I feel like I have swallowed a pile of stones. Grief makes me heavy. It makes me slow. Even on days when I laugh a lot, or dance, or finish a project, or meet a deadline, or celebrate, or make love, it is there. Lodged deep inside of me.
grief six-months rooms
Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it. Ann Brashares
grief writing want
The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. Andrea Gibson
grief returns revolving winter
Winter is come and gone,But grief returns with the revolving year. Percy Bysshe Shelley
grief forever going-away
Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath. Jandy Nelson
grief clothes people
I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
grief joy world
Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.
grief sleep blow
grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping
grief sorrow world
Personal size and mental sorrow have certainly no necessary proportions. A large bulky figure has a good a right to be in deep affliction, as the most graceful set of limbs in the world. But, fair or not fair, there are unbecoming conjunctions, which reason will pa tronize in vain,--which taste cannot tolerate,--which ridicule will seize. Jane Austen
grief bitterness
all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time. Jane Welsh Carlyle
grief views personality
With preference came point of view; with point of view, personality; with personality, uniqueness; with uniqueness, grief. Jane Smiley
grief winter night
The way I pictured it, all this grief would be like a winter night when you're standing outside. You'll warm up once you get used to the cold. Except after you've been out there for awhile, you feel the warmth draining out of you and you realize the opposite is happening; you're getting colder and colder, as the body heat you brought outside with you seeps out of your skin. Instead of getting used to it, you get weaker the longer you endure it. Rob Sheffield
grief emotion sometimes
The thing about grief is that it's a roller coaster - it's up, it's down. The emotions sometimes take over. Brent Sexton
grief men grieving
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists. Antonio Porchia
grief epic flames
He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse. Edmund Spenser
grief anger wrath
Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath; Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife Unmanly murder and unthrifty scath, Bitter despite, with rancor's rusty knife; And fretting grief the enemy of life; All these and many evils more, haunt ire.
grief enemy fretting
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
grief people empathy
After the Ankara bombings on October 10, people were asked to hold a minute of silence, but many refused. Our society can't even unite in grief to honor the victims. We've lost our empathy. That's maybe the worst. Elif Safak
grief self alcohol
It is very easy to see the allure of alcohol to dull the prain and the temptation to punish myself for something that is not my fault. But he sobering truth is that if I step onto the path of self-destruction, I know I will never come back. Bill Jenkins
grief september speak
I am certain that I speak on behalf of my entire nation when I say: September 11th we are all Americans - in grief, as in defiance. Benjamin Netanyahu
grief heart desert
In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert. Edith Wharton
grief rose raindrops
Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.
grief bitterness ifs
Somedays, if bitterness were a whetstone, I could be sharp as grief. Audre Lorde
grief heart space
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy. Edwin Markham
grief heart wind
Defeat may serve as well as victory To shake the soul and let the glory out. When the great oak is straining in the wind, The boughs drink in new beauty and the trunk Sends down a deeper root on the windward side. Only the soul that knows the mighty grief Can know the mighty rapture, Sorrows come To stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.
grief moving circles
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move! Edmund Waller
grief goes-on forget
Life must go on; I forget just why. Edna St. Vincent Millay
grief rose tree
The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.