“...grief. If you eat too much of it, you want more, you can never get enough.” — Ai Copy Share Image
“Grief is a wound that needs attention in order to heal. We can have pancakes.” — Sara Levine Copy Share Image
“When the Earth suffers, we do not stand outside it—we ache with her.” — Lawrence Nault Copy Share Image
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move! — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
“What broke your heart so bad That you had to close every door, That you say you have a dark soul And… — Sanhita Baruah Copy Share Image
It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, / Is our destined end or way, / But to act, that each to-morrow / Find us farther than today.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held… — Kellie Elmore Copy Share Image
Sometimes we lose friends for whose loss our regret is greater than our grief, and others for whom our grief is greater… — Francois de La Rochefoucauld Copy Share Image
You're buying years of work, toil in the sun; you're buying a sorrow that can't talk. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that… — Pliny the Elder Copy Share Image
“I will bear this grief, I will endure it. I will reach a point where it doesn't kick me down an abyss… — Jim Beaver Copy Share Image
“Afternoon with Michel, sorting maman’s belongings. Began the day by looking at her photographs. A cruel mourning begins again (but had never… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“To whatever the soul of man turns, unless toward God, it cleaves to sorrow, even though the things outside God and outside… — St. Augustine Copy Share Image
All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to ones heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The inanity of her remark infuriated him. 'Good grief don't you understand Janet? At this point I'm thoroughly delusional. I'm as mentally… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
“But who knows how long a grief may last? Isn't it possible that, even thirty or forty years after the death of… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
I think everyone understands grief, the journey it takes us on, whether it's the death of a loved one, the end of… — Tori Amos Copy Share Image
Perfect friendship puts us under the necessity of being virtuous. As it can only be preserved among estimable persons, it forces us… — Anne-Therese de Marguenat de Courcelles Copy Share Image
“Research to date has shown that, like many other stressors, grief frequently leads to changes in the endocrine, immune, autonomic nervous, and… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
“My sins were the scourges which lacerated those blessed shoulders, and crowned with thorn those bleeding brows: my sins cried "Crucify him!… — Charles H. Spurgeon Copy Share Image
“Oh, the pathos of it! - haggard, drawn into fixed lines of unutterable sadness, with a look of loneliness, as of a… — George Saunders Copy Share Image
To live in the hearts of those we love is never to die. (Thomas Campbell) A thousand words won't bring you back,… — Dannygbemius Copy Share Image
I think that when you're depressed, you can't concentrate long enough and well enough to read for the most part; some people… — Kay Redfield Jamison Copy Share Image
“I was shaking so hard, I could barely get the door unlocked. I just got the door shut behind me when I… — Dakota Madison Copy Share Image
“You're buying years of work, toil in the sun; you're buying a sorrow that can't talk. But watch it, mister. There's a… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
To be godless is probably the first step to innocence," he said, "to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I loved you!” he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. “I loved you,… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
This is one of the defining sorrows of books: that we cannot see one another. — John Hodgman Copy Share Image
“there is no grief more devastating than the grief for what could have been.” — Kaya McLaren Copy Share Image
