“There are the stubborn stumps of shame, grief that remains unsolvable after all the years, a bag of stones that goes with… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or… — William Morris Copy Share Image
She understood the genre constraints, the decencies were supposed to be observing. The morally cosy vision allows the embrace of monstrosity only… — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
Against the sustained tick of a watch, fiction takes the measure of a life, a season, a look exchanged, the turning point,… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
“Journeying through grief is one of the most "normal human" experiences you can have. Nevertheless, all too frequently the heartbroken seem to… — Elizabeth Berrien Copy Share Image
“They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Silence augmenteth grief, writing increaseth rage — Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brooke Copy Share Image
The first thing I tried to do in the months after losing my mother was to write a poem. I found myself… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
Grief ennobles the commonest people because it has its own essential grandeur. To shine with the luster of grief, a person need… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It’s those that bring us grief that linger. — Megan Hart Copy Share Image
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Without getting hurt we will not grow as a person. Yes we feel the pain, sorrow, deep distress, sadness, regret, especially for… — Glen Rambharack Copy Share Image
“I knew that sunny citrus helped put things in focus, sharpened the memory, just like a squeeze of lemon juice could sharpen… — Judith Fertig Copy Share Image
“Perfect joy could not be joy alone but must be a joy that somehow contains our past grief and sadness and longing.” — Amy Alznauer Copy Share Image
“You endure what is supposedly unbearable, and before you know it, you would have done the impossible by bearing the unbearable.” — Donovan Copy Share Image
“There are some families in which, at 9:00 at night, the father starts to hit the wine and the mother the ironing,… — Alejandro Zambra Copy Share Image
“What's left? Romance. Love's counterfeit free of charge to all. Fall into my arms and the world with its sorrows will shrink… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“I’m not sure about all the particulars that led to this moment. Do I believe life is a series of dots to… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I do not know why sorrows come and burning teardrops fall; I only know God still is God And watches over all.” — John Gilbert Copy Share Image
Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto… — Thomas Kyd Copy Share Image
There are sorrows that are not painful, but are of the nature of some acids, and give piquancy and flavor to life. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
“The day she was born,her grandfather made her a ring of silver and a polished stone, because he loved her already.” — Aliki Copy Share Image
Day after day, he sits there... lost in a regretful world of sorrow. meaning is what he is without. just a smile… — Frank Pivonka Copy Share Image
“Grief is a universal experience from which no one will be spared.” — Nathalie Himmelrich Copy Share Image
Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. — George Herbert 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
Grief does not end and love does not die and nothing fills its graven place. With grace, pain is transmuted into the… — Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Copy Share Image
“Tonight I attend my thirty-fifth high school reunion with some trepidation. I have not seen most of these former classmates for thirty-some… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
If the next time our governments propose to make war on a helpless civilian population we were to uncover our grief and… — Germaine Greer Copy Share Image
