Wendell Berry Quotes About Grief

Quotes about: Grief

• When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

  Wendell Berry

  Nature, Stars, Children

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.79, Counterpoint Press

• I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

  Wendell Berry

  Life, Grief, Generosity

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.79, Counterpoint Press

• I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

  Wendell Berry

  Grief, Believe, Forever

  Wendell Berry (2000). “Jayber Crow: A Novel”, Counterpoint LLC

• New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

  Wendell Berry

  Hurt, Grief, Believe

  Wendell Berry (2000). “Jayber Crow: A Novel”, Counterpoint LLC

• Returning from the wilderness a man becomes a restorer of order, a preserver. He sees the truth, recognizes his true heir, honors his forbears and his heritage, and gives his blessing to his successors. He embodies the passing of human time, living and dying within the human limits of grief and joy.

  Wendell Berry

  Grief, Blessing, Men

  Wendell Berry (1978). “The unsettling of America: culture & agriculture”, Random House (NY)

• I began to know my story then. Like everybody's, it was going to be the story of living in the absence of the dead. What is the thread that holds it all together? Grief, I thought for a while. And grief is there sure enough, just about all the way through. From the time I was a girl I have never been far from it. But grief is not a force and has no power to hold. You only bear it. Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

  Wendell Berry

  Girl, Grief, Dark

• After a while, though the grief did not go away from us, it grew quiet. What had seemed a storm wailing through the entire darkness seemed to come in at last and lie down.

  Wendell Berry

  Lying, Grief, Darkness

• I took her into bed with me and propped myself up with pillows against the headboard to let her nurse. As she nursed and the milk came, she began a little low contented sort of singing. I would feel milk and love flowing from me to her as once it had flowed to me. It emptied me. As the baby fed, I seemed slowly to grow empty of myself, as if in the presence of that long flow of love even grief could not stand.

  Wendell Berry

  Baby, Grief, Nurse

  Wendell Berry (2005). “Hannah Coulter: A Novel”, p.55, Counterpoint Press

• The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief, either.

  Wendell Berry

  Grief, Doe, World

• Do not tax your life with forethought of grief.

  Wendell Berry

  Grief, Taxes, Forethought

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