Some people simply bury their heads in the sand and refuse to think about the sorrow of the world, but this is… — Karen Armstrong Copy Share Image
And one cold starry night / Whatever your belief / The phoenix will take flight / Over the seas of grief /… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Grief is bizarre territory because there's no predicting how long it'll take to get over certain things. You just don't know how… — Sam Shepard Copy Share Image
“There is a phantom that flies with the banshees. It strangles the throat, pierces the heart and consumes the body with pain… — Susan Denning Copy Share Image
“What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Uncommon anxiety came to us in common hours when other people were doing mundane things like taking out the trash or checking… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously removes or… — Miguel de Cervantes Copy Share Image
“There was a letter, tucked among the pictures. It was addressed to Santa Claus and written in blue crayon. The jerky letters… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“Countless times, I have imagined A. rising through the rivers of this land, to the surface of Florida to be found again,… — Rhonda Riley Copy Share Image
“And, I think, this greening does thaw at the edges, at least, of my own cold season. Joy sneaks in: listening to… — Mark Doty Copy Share Image
“I'm thinking of that Florida lady again, the one who wanted a book about the lighter side of a child's death, and… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“Like the long gone captains of the Confederacy, he stood watch at the edge of Dauphin Island, his old life just out… — Michael Knight Copy Share Image
“I am thinking of Achilles’ grief, he said. That famous, terrible, grief. Let me tell you boys something. Such grief can only… — Tobias Wolff Copy Share Image
And during the campaign of 1936, she writes that she and her brother would always rather be out doing things when they're… — Blanche Wiesen Cook Copy Share Image
“There’s a term we use for it: “ambiguous grief.” It can be a life sentence. It’s a kind of unresolved grief. You… — Gilly Macmillan Copy Share Image
“In this forest called life, sometimes there are no goodbyes, no proper sendoffs, no wishing for a next time; just the knowledge… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“I have cried over myself a hundred times this summer, she thought, I have wept over my big feet and my skinny… — Betsy Byars Copy Share Image
When we assume that 'normal' people need 'time to heal,' or discourage individuals from making any decisions until a year or more… — Stephanie Coontz Copy Share Image
“The door slams in response, and I laugh. I'm glad she can laugh. It means she really is coping. I know she’s… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“O Lord, Sula,” she cried, “girl, girl, girlgirlgirl.” It was a fine cry—loud and long—but it had no bottom and it had… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the… — Abraham Lincoln Copy Share Image
“There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“Loss of any sort should stir up emotion; if it doesn’t, it’s because we’ve trained ourselves to be numb. We’ve bought into… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
Anger, stress, tension, depression, sorrow, hate, fear - these things start to retreat. And for a filmmaker, having this negativity lift away… — David Lynch Copy Share Image
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face -… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
“The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'm leaving my sorrows and all my memories behind to see what I find, somewhere in the shade near the sound of… — John Denver Copy Share Image
Dealing with the impossible, fantasy can show us what may be really possible. If there is grief, there is the possibility of… — Lloyd Alexander Copy Share Image
Who is it that loves and who that suffers? He alone stages a play with Himself; who exists save Him? The individual… — Anandamayi Ma Copy Share Image
“It is nothing but a kind of microcosmos of communism—all that psychiatry,' rumbled Pnin, in his answer to Chateau. 'Why not leave… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“But depression wasn’t the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“My eyes were stinging, my body shaking, and my heart seemed to be just aching deep in my chest. (...) I should… — Keri Arthur Copy Share Image
“Hot heart-blood leaked from my face. From my eyes and my nose and my mouth. Not tears, because those would never stop.… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
Deep, unspeakable suffering may well be called a baptism, a regeneration, the initiation into a new state. Suffering can be likened to… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“It’s the intricate details you miss the most. For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
There is such a difference between coming out of sorrow thankful for relief, and coming out of sorrow full of sympathy with… — Phillips Brooks Copy Share Image
Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But to write - that is grief and labor; and to read what one has written - how unlike the story as… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
“For I knew already that something had taken me from me, and had replaced it with a desperate longing for a time… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
