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
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
“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 are all sorts of experiences we can't really put a name to...The birth of a child, for one. Or the death… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Do I get grief for the fact that in communicating, say, about the baboons I'm doing so much anthropomorphizing? One hopes that… — Robert Sapolsky Copy Share Image
Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which… — Alexandre Dumas Copy Share Image
“For then, the very hardship, and the sorrow, and the blindness, and the sin I have beheld and been ready to weep… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Heart beating faster and faster as I think of the pain inside closing my eyes i see her face oh how I… — Daneillia Copy Share Image
“I did not know the work of mourning Is like carrying a bag of cement Up a mountain at night The mountaintop… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
The self (Soul) is the constant-witness consciousness. Through all months, seasons and years, through all divisions of time, the past, present and… — Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan Copy Share Image
“These memories of happiness are fleeting things, reflections in a stream, glimpsed all broken for a second and then swept away in… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed, and mourning over tragedies… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Love is an avalanche of emotions running wild. An emotion that overcomes every other emotion and can make every other emotion feel… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The indescribable innocence and beneficence of Nature-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“night has enveloped, to give me some relief now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief where blood quenches the thirst… — Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh Copy Share Image
Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Homecoming Sonnet Salutations to all, today is my homecoming, To dwell in grief is treachery on life. I sought plenty escape in… — Abhijit Naskar Copy Share Image
“When she dies, you are not at first surprised. Part of love is preparing for death. You feel confirmed in your love… — Julian Barnes Copy Share Image
When our spirit tells us it is time to weep, we should weep. It is part of the ritual, if you will,… — Joseph M. Marshall III Copy Share Image
“You die. You get old and die. Your anger curdles, your grief dries, your talent fades on the page. Your cells metastasise… — Jeet Thayil Copy Share Image
My dearest daughter, I see your loneliness and fear. I know your hurt and your heartaches. In a special bottle I am… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Rose," said my mother. For once in my life, she sounded unsure about herself. Scared, maybe. "Mia said you wanted to see… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Here, supposing that neither Harry Perkins nor the servants nor some outsider called ‘X’ had killed Stephen Anthony, was a murderer. He… — Richard Lockridge Copy Share Image
It has occurred to me that if everyone could be there just once to see for themselves what white phosphorous does to… — James Nachtwey Copy Share Image
There is in India a story of a dying youth who, hearing the sobs of grief around him, cried: Insult me not… — Paramahansa Yogananda Copy Share Image
“We move out over the ocean, and …I am looking straight down at the waves underneath me. The mid-morning sun is low… — Shawn Klomparens Copy Share Image
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“She blew a warm breeze on his face and rustled his hair and embraced him in a warm haze and he felt… — Annette J Dunlea Copy Share Image
It is easier for an artful Man, who is not in Love, to persuade his Mistress he has a Passion for her,… — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
Life is precious Life is a god sent gift and it is your duty to live it to the full. You might… — Kaile Stewart Copy Share Image
Don't cling to things, because everything is impermanent... But detachment doesn't mean you don't let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary,… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Consummation Of Grief I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry.' It was those two words that shattered me. Shattered me in a way I didn't know I could still be… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Sometimes this happens without warning. Like the magnitude of the past - of all that has happened - creeps into the space… — Rebecca Serle Copy Share Image
Your Life's Account : Your happiness is your profit. Your sorrows are your losses. Your soul is your goodwill. Your heart is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Sooner or later, all talk among foreigners in Pyongyang turns to one imponderable subject. Do the locals really believe what they are… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
Friends given by God in mercy and in love; My counsellors, my comforters, and guides; My joy in grief, my second bliss… — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
Love entered in my heart one dayA sad, unwelcome guest.But when it begged that it might stayI let it stay and restIt… — J. California Cooper Copy Share Image
“Pressing my head to his heart, I listened hard, straining to hear any gurgle or murmur of life. Hearing nothing, I felt… — Karen Ann Hopkins Copy Share Image
