“We accept life, breathe it in and celebrate it. But when death rocks our world, turning our happiness into hurt and grief,… — S.K. Hartley Copy Share Image
Afterward, I curl around her. We lie in silence until darkness falls, and then, haltingly, she begins to talk...She speaks without need… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
“She loved your mother', Taliesin said gently. 'This is her farewell.' As he spoke, a chanted melody began inside the chamber, a… — Rosalind Miles Copy Share Image
O! useful may it be to have shewn, that, though the vicious can sometimes pour affliction upon the good, their power is… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“June is gone. For the first time, the enormity of that hits me. Every muscle aches, my heart most of all. I… — Hannah Harrington Copy Share Image
“I'd much rather be hold up with a ball of yarn, tucked inside the safety of the house with my mother. Out… — Robin Romm Copy Share Image
“She had not had the relief of amnesia. She had suffered longer, and she had suffered more. Each second was agony in… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
“..in the last few years American poetry has come out of a poetry of complaint, not praising, and it was initially maybe… — Li-Young Lee Copy Share Image
“Indeed, grief is not the clear melancholy the young believe it. It is like a siege in a tropical city. The skin… — Rebecca West Copy Share Image
“In the library I search for a good book. We have many books, says Mrs. Rose, the librarian, and ALL of them… — Sally Murphy Copy Share Image
You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from… — Tim Finn Copy Share Image
Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my… — William Somervile Copy Share Image
