“Eustasia Johannsen was ready. Anyone could see that. Everything about her ancient self gave evidence to it: Her skin, wrinkled and transparent...… — Clare Vanderpool Copy Share Image
“My heart’s been empty since you left - but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign. I’m just not ready… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
Trust the one who could see three things in you: sorrow behind your smile, love behind your anger and meaning behind your… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Clary knew what made the parents around her cry, more or less openly: that everything must grow and change and--rather than being… — Marina Endicott Copy Share Image
The benefits [of the resurrection] are innumerable. To list a few: Our illnesses don't seem nearly so final; Our fears fade and… — Charles R. Swindoll Copy Share Image
These are the folk who may pass into the kingdom of heaven: the grief-stricken, lovers, scholars of a certain obsessive disposition. Brute… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
That was the way with grief: it left you alone for months together until you thought that you were cured, and then… — Josephine Tey Copy Share Image
“Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me… — Sarah Ockler Copy Share Image
Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
“I'd love to know how Dad saw me when I was 6. I'd love to know a hundred things. When a parent… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The caterpillar dies so the butterfly could be born. And, yet, the caterpillar lives in the butterfly and they are but one.… — John Harricharan Copy Share Image
“It makes the other one more precious and also not enough. We have to try to fill not only our own boots… — Rosamund Lupton Copy Share Image
“ My dad died, I write. almost a year ago. Car accident. My hand is shaking; my eyes sting and fill. I… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“I buckle over, sobbing, my head resting against the hard shower tiles. I remember crying like this when Sukey died, the tears… — Hilary T. Smith Copy Share Image
“Steve's laugh was brittle. “Sarah, we all have our own wounds. We’re all broken in our own way. Mine might look different… — Talena Winters Copy Share Image
My biggest sorrow, when looking back on my youth, is how much of it I somehow missed. Now, looking at my life… — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
“She wanted to die. She wanted to die. Because then it would be over. All the loss, all the grief, all the… — Michelle Sagara West Copy Share Image