“September 26, Newport went a little mad with grief. It was possibly,” — Antoinette Stockenberg Copy Share Image
Sorrows are our best educator. A man can see further through a tear than a telescope. — Bruce Lee Copy Share Image
“On her own, Grace could be effervescent, illuminating the entire room with her intelligence and wit. Around others she seemed to lose… — Krystal Sutherland Copy Share Image
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Be gone, sorrow, sickness, wheelchairs, and cancer! Enough of you, screams of fear and nights of horror! Death, you die! Life, you… — Max Lucado Copy Share Image
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“Moja molitva i moja pokora, moj život i moja smrt, sve to pripada Bogu, stvoritelju svijeta. Ali moja žalost pripada meni.” — Meša Selimović Copy Share Image
I discovered on my own that I could cope better with the crippling effects of grief by taking care of myself, eating… — Terri Irwin Copy Share Image
He filled her life with sorrow. She was no longer his, just something borrowed. Now all he wishes for is one more… — Raghib Clitso Copy Share Image
For sorrow there is no remedy provided by nature; it is often occasioned by accidents irreparable, and dwells upon objects that have… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“Anyway, I thought, it's wishful thinking, all this talk of ghosts. If the dead wandered among us, their spirits still present on… — Carolyn Parkhurst Copy Share Image
“This crying...this wasn't like anything he'd seen her go through before. It was thirty years of grief, loneliness, and anger all scrunched… — Laura Drewry Copy Share Image
Joy and grief decide character. What exalts prosperity? what imbitters grief? what leaves us indifferent? what interests us? As the interest of… — Johann Kaspar Lavater Copy Share Image
I went crying onto my pillow while sorrow swept over me...Missing you...Crying over you. Missing the memories we had. Thats okay, I'll… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Don't look for a life virtually free from discomfort, pain, pressure, challenge, or grief, for those are the tools a loving Father… — Richard G. Scott Copy Share Image
Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have lov'd with such transcendent passion, I soar'd, at first,… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Don't order any black things. Rejoice in his memory; and be radiant: leave grief to the children. Wear violet and purple. Be… — George Bernard Shaw Copy Share Image
“I whisper over to myself the way of loss, the names of the dead. One by one, we lose our loved ones,… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“I lay down in the mother ash dirt among the crocuses and told her it was okay. That I'd surrendered. That since… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. If she flung herself… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I'm sad. Pressed down by sorrow. I'm angry. Pissed at God, if there is one, and the way things are. I'm scared.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Tragedies, I was coming to realize through my daily studies in humanities both in and out of the classroom, were a luxury.… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
The Bible portrays God as entering into covenants with people which, when broken, causes him grief and sorrow. The biblical prophet Hosea… — Roger E. Olson Copy Share Image
And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Even if the family is wrestling through theological issues related to their child's diagnosis, it is less important that the church leader… — Amy Fenton Lee Copy Share Image
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes And sometimes there'll be sorrow — Joni Mitchell Copy Share Image
“SUICIDE... Is to have the freedom to choose, when, where and how to die.” — John Zea Copy Share Image
“Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
