all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time. — Jane Welsh Carlyle Copy Share Image
“The pure heart that sorrow cleaves Is more fragile than autumn leaves” — Yasser Kashef Copy Share Image
“If you don't have sorrow you will never appreciate the happy moments” — Henry K. Ripplinger Copy Share Image
“On your lips, my smile begins and my grief ends. وعلى شفتيك تبدا ابتسامتي وتنتهي احزاني” — Amany Al-Hallaq Copy Share Image
“Her grief is old, I reminded myself. And yet I didn't think pain like that ever faded entirely. Grief had its own… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief. Stay happy. — Babloo Copy Share Image
I wish I'd never been an actor. I'd rather have been a streetwalker, selling my body, than selling my tears and my… — Klaus Kinski Copy Share Image
“You tell me how you can love someone and then lose ’em and not ever talk about ’em.” — Laurie Loveman Copy Share Image
“Rather than staying stuck in stress, unhappiness, or grief, use your experience to find gifts in the pain and grow.” — Susan C. Young Copy Share Image
I did not know the work of mourning Is a labor in the dark We carry inside ourselves — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
But grief is also a tonic. It is a healing elixir, made of tears that lubricate the heart. — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they're no… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
Sorrow and frustration have their power. The world is moved by people with great discontents. Happiness is a drug. It can make… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
I think grief is a step towards strength because it allows you to be porous and take everything in, and have it… — Carrie Brownstein Copy Share Image
“This was our grief and pain at our deepest. This was our hearts and souls scraped raw. This was desperation so intense… — Rachel Higginson Copy Share Image
“There is a feeling of disbelief that comes over you, that takes over, and you kind of go through the motions. You… — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
“None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut… — Sophocles Copy Share Image
As I lie here wrapped up in this blanket, All I can think about is you. My friends are all here and… — Curly Girl Copy Share Image
“He felt split in two, one crazy man eating hair and one rational man watching a crazy man eat hair. He chewed… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
Grief is never something you get over. You don't wake up one morning and say, 'I've conquered that; now I'm moving on.'… — Terri Irwin Copy Share Image
People think they know you. They think they know how you're handling a situation. But the truth is, no one knows. No… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
At times it may seem worse - harder, at least - to live through the despair of this loss without the temporary… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“I’ve often wondered, even to this day, why during painful times some people seem to step away from themselves and make decisions… — Ann Howard Creel Copy Share Image
“When a man's eyes are sore his friends do not let him finger them, however much he wishes to, nor do they… — Plutarch Copy Share Image
“ Your lingering presence erodes me. Heartbeat by heartbeat. Cell by aging cell. Washing away any sense of self I ever had.… — S.A. McAuley Copy Share Image
“Perhaps ... To R.A.L. Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue,… — Vera Brittain Copy Share Image
“Even a lifetime of grief is only a little while in light of Eternity.” — Alistair Begg Copy Share Image
Nobody notices ur sorrow and pain.. but everyone notices ur mistake -_- — Death Calls Her Name Copy Share Image
Man needs to suffer. When he does not have real griefs he creates them. — Jose Marti Copy Share Image
I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps. — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
