“I suddenly felt the way Cinderella might have felt if she hadn’t had that convenient midnight curfew: my feet were hurting, my… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“To sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
It is proper to ask for sorrow with Christ in sorrow, anguish with Christ in anguish, tears and deep grief because of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“You and I cannot really expect to glide through life . . . naively petitioning, 'Lord, give me experience but not grief,… — Neal maxwell Copy Share Image
Confronting our feelings and giving them appropriate expression always takes strength, not weakness. It takes strength to acknowledge our anger, and sometimes… — Fred Rogers Copy Share Image
“Somewhere in the notes Estraven wrote during our trek across the Gobrin Ice he wonders why his companion is ashamed to cry.… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
“And when I look around the apartment where I now am,—when I see Charlotte’s apparel lying before me, and Albert’s writings, and… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
We infrequently contemplate the harms that await any new-born child—pain, disappointment, anxiety, grief, and death. For any given child we cannot predict… — David Benatar Copy Share Image
“Beloved, white racial grief erupts when you fear losing your dominance. You get mighty angry at our demand that you live up… — Michael Eric Dyson Copy Share Image
I believe, not theoretically, but from direct personal experience, that very few of the things that happen to us are purposeless or… — Iris Origo Copy Share Image
“Curious, he thought, how, if you knew a person long enough, he could elicit every kind of emotion from you, every possible… — Rohinton Mistry Copy Share Image
“The cross, therefore, is always ready; it awaits you everywhere. "No matter where you may go, you cannot escape it, for wherever… — Thomas à Kempis Copy Share Image
“[I]t was the knowledge that I was surrounded by adults with lives that I could never imagine living. It was the humming… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“My best advice to myself was to act like I’d been there before. I was in way over my head, and I… — Michael Deeze Copy Share Image
“In humans as well, it is because your loved one existed that certain neurons fire together and certain proteins are folded in… — Mary-Frances O'Connor Copy Share Image
“Things, relationship, and ideas are so transparently impermanent, we are ever made unhappy by them...Things are impermanent, they wear out and are… — J Krishnamurti Copy Share Image
It was part of war; men died, more would die, that was past, and what mattered now was the business in hand;… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And I know you've spent a lifetime trying to protect me from the staggering pain of grief that comes from losing the… — Alyson Noel Copy Share Image
In what touches their social convictions, most persons do not think. The threat of change, with all it suggests to them in… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
“I need to tell about my people in their grief. I don’t think grief is something they get over or get away… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“When a group of people are forced to navigate a minefield together, everyone feels a grudging sense of comfort when someone else… — Taona Dumisani Chiveneko Copy Share Image
“And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is there all the time. Her very soul is… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Everything ends, and Everything matters. Everything matters not in spite of the end of you and all that you love, but because… — Ron Currie Jr Copy Share Image
“ My dad died, I write. almost a year ago. Car accident. My hand is shaking; my eyes sting and fill. I… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Something significant in me snapped when I miscarried; that something hadnt unsnapped yet. It hadn't been put back together and I was… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
“The word for teardrinkers is lachryphagous, and for the eaters of human flesh it is anthropophagous, and the rest of us feed… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
He who has once stood beside the grave, to look back upon the companionship which has been forever closed, feeling how impotent… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
“And as the wind gusted against those windows, I saw how, in an instant, I lost my shelter. This truth had hardly… — Sonali Deraniyagala Copy Share Image
“Witness, Heaven, how often I lie down in my bed with a wish, and even a hope, that I may never awaken… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
These days it seems the lyric impulse, so seemingly fragile, comes in for a lot of abuse-or simply a lot of mistrust.… — Patricia Hampl Copy Share Image
“Malphas surveyed the women's bodies with utter disgust and sorrow until he realized Tabitha was still alive. He knelt by her side… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“She needed to recover. His father had died in January; it was only the end of May. They needed to stick to… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“I was feeling everything much too much. Everything was pulling at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools. I sat on… — Dave Eggers Copy Share Image
“I’d felt this before, when my granddad was in the hospital before he died. We all camped out in the waiting room,… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Ah! This is retribution for Promethean fire! Besides being patient, you must also love this sadness and respect your doubts and questions.… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“There is much asked and only so much I think I can or should answer, and so, in this post I would… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“For all her culture's attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else's body,… — Michelle Latiolais Copy Share Image
“He tells her that, when Nola first died, he thought he’d die himself, of the sorrow. He says he’d read that grief… — Elizabeth Berg Copy Share Image
“To have suffered so much in a certain direction that the suffering is finished, and only its particular wisdom remains, enables one,… — James Allen Copy Share Image
“ This lake is alive. Kicking. Breathing. Frothing. I envision it's as angry as I am. As resolved to its fate as… — S.A. McAuley Copy Share Image