“The heart can hold joy the same time as sorrow. Embrace the joy.” — Lynda Cheldelin Fell Copy Share Image
“baby, too much work to do for our ocean of grief to pull us under” — Emma Shaw Crane Copy Share Image
“Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me.” — Helen Maryles Shankman Copy Share Image
“Grief ends up giving you the two best things: softness and illumination.” — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“Every wonderful quality "in" someone is waiting to be recognized in all of life's great symphony.” — Donna Goddard Copy Share Image
What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear. What a privilege to carry everything to God… — Joseph M. Scriven Copy Share Image
Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.” — Kristen Hope Mazzola Copy Share Image
Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy. — Megan Hart Copy Share Image
“Sing, for it may be that your thoughts have plucked Some medicable herb to make our grief Less bitter.” — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Underneath my grief that day a resolution was hardening into cement: I would never, ever again create something thinking that I would… — Marcia Tucker Copy Share Image
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“Oh, to be the spitting image of her father, or a younger version of her mother. She longed to carry those pieces… — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“I felt like a lonely cat, an aging tom ridden by obscure rage, looking for torn-ear trouble. I clipped that pitch off… — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
“I had the strangest feeling-like I had lost something without ever really having it in the first place-that i wasn't what I… — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
“Let us imagine a number of men in fetters, and all condemned to death, some of whom are executed each day in… — Balise Pascal Copy Share Image
There are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope that here, at least, we shall find reality, sharp peaks and… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The lessons we learn in sadness and from loss are those that abide. Sorrow clarifies the mind, steadies it, and forces it… — Theodore T. Munger Copy Share Image
“As tiny silver flakes drifted down to settle on our bodies---Both the living and the dead---I thought perhaps the moon had hidden… — Andrea Cremer Copy Share Image
In the history of thought and culture the dark nights have perhaps in some ways cost mankind less grief than the false… — Louis Kronenberger Copy Share Image
“[S]ociety often tends to make those of us in grief feel shame and embarrassment about our feelings of grief. "Shame can be… — Alan D. Wolfelt Copy Share Image
Sophisticated readers understand that writers work out their anger, their conflicts, their endless grief and rolling list of loss, through their stories.… — Amy Bloom Copy Share Image
“grieving, when we miss our loved ones even more than usual. How can you celebrate togetherness when there is none? When you… — Elisabeth Kübler-Ross Copy Share Image
“She looked around for a place to be. A small place. The closet? ... It was both small and bright, and she… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“...Death often likes to arrive unnoticed. Unheralded. Like a guest who is unfashionably early for a party, Death likes to slip in… — Kathy E. Magliato Copy Share Image
In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Greed takes a person to the watering place but gets him back without letting him drink. It undertakes responsibility but does not… — Ali ibn Abi Talib Copy Share Image
“My mind is, to use a disgustingly obvious simile, like a wastebasket full of waste paper; bits of hair, and rotting apple… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image