One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
I rose and moved towards him. You would have done the same yourself. It is an ancient matter. Something propels you towards… — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
Loss is the great unifier, the terrible club to which we all eventually belong. — Rosanne Cash 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
However long the horror continued, one must not get to the stage of refusing to think about it. To shrink from direct… — Jan Struther Copy Share Image
“I let myself relax into the pattern of the recipe.” — Jael McHenry (The Kitchen Daughter Copy Share Image
Another misconception is that if we truly loved someone, we will never finish with our grief, as if continued sorrow is a… — Judy Tatelbaum Copy Share Image
The rains will come and the waters rise But dont you ever lose your light In this life you will know Love… — Rachel Copeland Copy Share Image
I have sat in the dark and looked at them both, the child and the woman. And the feeling has become too… — Peter Høeg Copy Share Image
“Grief was what you owed the dead for the necessary crime of living on without them.” — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
Behind joy and laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind sorrow there is always sorrow. Pain, unlike… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
To me, it feels like every time I'm watching some trans story, it's about their grief around their gender. And there's not… — Patti Harrison Copy Share Image
“Grief wraps around people, takes them to a place they would not go otherwise.” — Patti Callahan Henry Copy Share Image
I didn’t feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment… — Jennifer Weiner Copy Share Image
“I woke up last night, with a strange tingling in my stomach, and a warm bubbling in my throat. My fingers lingered… — Rana Mohamad Copy Share Image
“Was the act of forgetting the dead and forgetting the grief one of the tricks of keeping one’s sanity? Whatever” — Bobby Adair Copy Share Image
“In humans as well, it is because your loved one existed that certain neurons fire together and certain proteins are folded in… — Mary-Frances O'Connor Copy Share Image
