Learning to endure times of disappointment, suffering, and sorrow is part of our on-the-job training. These experiences, while often difficult to bear… — Joseph B. Wirthlin Copy Share Image
Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case… — Judith Butler Copy Share Image
“Rachel felt the grief grow so wide and deep it felt like a dark fathomless pool she'd never emerge from. Because there… — Ron Rash Copy Share Image
“I got myself into a tangle. I tied myself in knots. I built and I built–heaven knows I have done that well.… — Tom Rachman Copy Share Image
The Grief, is killing me, every single day. And yet, with this exquisite heart, soul, and mind, each day, I bring myself… — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design… — Homer Copy Share Image
Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“You know the feeling when your Life gets a little bleak, not because of anything lacking but perhaps because of the overwhelming… — Debatrayee Banerjee Copy Share Image
“Do you want to hurt yourself?' 'No. I'm trying to get a grip. Have a more normal life.' Scribble, scribble. 'The number… — Shannon Delany Copy Share Image
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“She had thought often of Ada's words about inventing new endings to stories and choosing joy over sorrow. In recent years she… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Me as I think I am and me as I am in fact - sorrow, in other words, and the ending of… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
“The exquisite sorrows with which they had been afflicted, made them think lightly of every succeeding woe. They had felt the sharpest… — Matthew Lewis Copy Share Image
“The times, the seasons, the signs may have been mythical; but the sufferings were not. I lay in the dark with the… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Nowhere has God promised anyone, even His children, immunity from sorrow, suffering, and pain. This world is a “vale of tears,” and… — Billy Graham Copy Share Image
“Other people's sorrows and joys have a way of reminding us of our own; we partly empathize with them because we ask… — Azar Nafisi Copy Share Image
Grief is a funny thing because you don't have to carry it with you for the rest of your life. After a… — Rosamunde Pilcher Copy Share Image
“Ill is it when good folk die.’ ‘Why, if they were good you need not mourn for them,’ said Skafloc glibly, ‘for… — Poul Anderson Copy Share Image
Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
“She could almost feel him prodding her; urging her to go on. As the wails of pain and torment assulted her ears,… — Jaclyn A Wilson Copy Share Image
Sorrow for sin is indeed necessary, but it should not be an endless preoccupation. You must dwell also on the glad remembrance… — Saint Bernard Copy Share Image
“What does life give me in the end but sorrow? What do love's good and evil send but sorrow? I've only seen… — Hafez Copy Share Image
I hadn't, at the last moment, felt like washing off the two diagonal lines of dried blood that marked my cheeks. They… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“We were a religious sect consisting of two people, and now half the congregation was gone. There would be no closure, no… — James Marcus Copy Share Image
“Grief was an actual weight, he thought. It felt like a physical burden. You carried it with you all day, unsheddable. Your… — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
That's the great test: if you're going to be a great comic writer, not a humorist, you've got to take it into… — Howard Jacobson Copy Share Image
Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If you hold back on the emotions—if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them—you can never get to… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
My wife at home. She didn't have a pregnant belly anymore, nobody to cling to, no shoulder to cry on, no one… — Marquise Goodwin Copy Share Image
“She took the posters downtown that afternoon. She filled a rolling suitcase with them ... she took a stapler. And a box… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“Amina would not know herself until years later, when she understood what it was to long for someone, to ache for their… — Mira Jacob Copy Share Image
Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every… — George W. Bush Copy Share Image
Have you ever thought, when something dreadful happens, 'a moment ago things were not like this; let it be then, not now,… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
“The sounds of a man crying is a piteous noise, almost worse than an infant's cry. Babies are either hungry, sick or… — Samantha Hayes Copy Share Image
“Discovering there is a word for what I've always felt does help ease the sorrow some, but only in the way that… — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
Never look back,but never forget.Always forgive,never regret.Appreciate what you have today,'cause it might be gone tomorrow and you will be filled with… — Abhishek Tiwari Copy Share Image
When a daughter loses a mother, the intervals between grief responses lengthen over time, but her longing never disappears. It always hovers… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
“Once, I’d been so afraid you would forget me. Now I knew you wouldn’t, but it didn’t make me feel any better.… — Nicola Maye Goldberg Copy Share Image
Grief! thou art classed amongst the depressing passions. And true it is that thou humblest to the dust, but also thou exaltest… — Thomas de Quincey Copy Share Image
