“My experience is that God will meet us anywhere. Grieving badly and under the covers? He's there. Sitting at the cemetery, wishing… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
But it was not the room’s disorder which was frightening; it was the fact that when one began searching for the key… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He felt full of a dense and sour substance that was blocking his chest, and it wasn't grief. After all those years,… — Etgar Keret Copy Share Image
The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife.It melts the frost that binds her lips.It… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share Image
When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail's response was to write a letter to her… — David McCullough Copy Share Image
“I understood very little of what was going on, and I felt as though only dying would release me from the overwhelming… — Kay Redfield Jamison Copy Share Image
The highest honor that God can confer upon his children is the blood-red crown of martyrdom. The jewels of a Christian are… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Depression isn't the almighty ruler of your destiny. Even its familiar traits - grief, anger, despair - you find that you can… — Margo Jefferson Copy Share Image
“I shared with Fleur the mysterious self-contempt of the survivor. There were times we hated who we were, and who we had… — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
“She is an immense presence in the world. Tragedy and strength have so perfectly coalesced in her, as if one fed off… — Barbara Bode 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
“She could always walk somewhere without him. Of course this somewhere had to be somewhere "safe." She could walk to her office.… — Lisa Genova Copy Share Image
“I accepted all this counsel politely, with a glassy smile and a glaring sense of unreality. Many adults seemed to interpret this… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“O Life, How oft we throw it off and think, — 'Enough, Enough of life in so much! — here's a cause… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
There are acacias, a graceful species amusingly devitalized by sentimentality, this kind drooping its leaves with the grace of a young widow… — Rebecca West Copy Share Image
“To pass over grief, they say, the Italian sleeps; the Frenchman sings; the German drinks; the Spaniard laments, and the Englishman goes… — Dorothy Dunnett Copy Share Image
“Try to be thoughtful, don't make the poor man say it; see how human he is, he has children of his own,… — Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno Copy Share Image
Grief is the natural by-product of love. One cannot selflessly love another person and not grieve at his suffering or eventual death.… — Lance B. Wickman Copy Share Image
A photograph of a woman crying tells me nothing about grief. Or a photograph of a woman ecstatic tells me nothing about… — Duane Michals Copy Share Image
It's been six months, half a year, Yet still that dy day remains chrystal clear. All the pain and stupidity to follow,… — Elizabeth Revontlow Copy Share Image
In 'Good Grief', in trying to create this sense of the huge downs and ups, stumbles of this process, we're almost using… — Dan Smith Copy Share Image
I can be almost terminally grief-stricken because things are so dire, but at the same, there's a real lightheartednes s about just… — Alice Walker Copy Share Image
“Why shouldn't the living cords which lace our being together flick softly against a loved one in the very moment of their… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
“Serena Smith,” he began gravely. “From this heartbeat until my last, I share your blood and bone, joy and grief. No words… — S.B. Nova Copy Share Image
There's been no end to the grief Mitch McConnell's taken for his declaration early in Barack Obama's first term that his party's… — Steve Kornacki Copy Share Image
The child's grief throbs against the round of its little heart as heavily as the man's sorrow, and the one finds as… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
“In truth, nothing was the same. She forgot about the stars… and taking notice of the sea. She was no longer filled… — Oliver Jeffers Copy Share Image
“I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
To grieve for evils is often wrong; but it is much more wrong to grieve without them. All sorrow that lasts longer… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“It's said that great sorrow is no more than a reflection of one's capacity for great joy. I see it from the… — Lisa See Copy Share Image
“I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays,… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
“We took a jaunt and played bebop, Lived our life with a peacefull heart, There came demon so called as qualm, To… — Sindhu Sekhar Copy Share Image
So often I wonder whether it is my right to capitalize, as I feel, so often, on the grief of others. But… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
Beware, my body and my soul, beware above all of crossing your arms and assuming the sterile attitude of the spectator, for… — Aime Cesaire Copy Share Image
If sorrow and beauty are all tied up together, then perhaps maturity brings with it not what Nabhan calls abstraction, but an… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... "Ivan, one of… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Take my hand. Come away from me... I shall lead you away from your hurt, pain, sadness; grief. I will lead you… — Ellia_renee Copy Share Image
“Grieving is not a time to worry about appearances. There should be no judgment in grief. People should be allowed to grieve… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
