There are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope that here, at least, we shall find reality, sharp peaks and edges of truth. But it turns out to be scene-painting and counterfeit. The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss. It was more than that. It was the period in which we suffered more total losses than in all the rest of our life put together.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.
Talk to me about the truth of religion and I'll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I'll listen submissively. But don't come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I shall suspect that you don't understand.
You learn not to mourn every little thing out here, or you’d never, ever stop grieving.
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?
The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrell to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.
No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.
My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.
Time heals many wounds but this loss becomes the defining sadness of your life.
Grief remains one of the few things that has the power to silence us. It is a whisper in the world and a clamor within. More than sex, more than faith, even more than its usher death, grief is unspoken, publicly ignored except for those moments at the funeral that are over too quickly, or the conversations among the cognoscenti, those of us who recognize in one another a kindred chasm deep in the center of who we are.
Those who have suffered understand suffering and therefore extend their hand.
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