Grief Quote by Martial Download Open image “She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.” — Martial ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Grief Grieving Sincerely Unseen
“she is admired from afar. These admirers court her in secret, in the safety of their dreams.” — Whitney Otto Copy Share Image
“Truth be told, the inward gaze is something she's not too fond of. But there are secrets that lurk in the mind, and she… — Alden Bell Copy Share Image
“She was great at concealing her feelings, at keeping a stone-face, and hiding all emotions.” — Zøe Haslie Copy Share Image
She cannot hide no matter how hard she tries, as her secret eats her up inside, at night she cries away her pride, with… — Crystal Quintana Copy Share Image
“She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is. I think I understand her—for a moment, I… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
“Everything has beauty," she said, "but not everyone sees it." Her stomach hurt, her eyes burned. "I saw you, Hatter." Her words whispered through… — Marie Hall Copy Share Image
“Whenever she steps out into the world, that woman often becomes an invisible being she gets shoved around and stepped on… and when she… — Go Dok Mi Copy Share Image
“She is entirely in her closed eyes, and quite alone with her soul, in the bosom of the most intimate attention... She feels in… — Paul Valéry Copy Share Image
“Never in her life had she seen such literary men. They were incredibly vain, but made no secret of it, as though they were… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them. — Jedediah Berry Copy Share Image
Though her soul requires seeing, the culture around her requires sightlessness. Though her soul wishes to speak its truth, she is pressured to be… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds. — Martial Copy Share Image
It is as good as second life to be able to look back upon our past life with pleasure — Martial Copy Share Image
Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality, and benevolence; the other… — Martial Copy Share Image
“You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch,but she won't say no.” — Martial Copy Share Image
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit. — Martial Copy Share Image
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door… — Martial Copy Share Image
“...they had lived, they'd lived intensely. But no matter how deeply you live, it comes to this in the end: one of you will… — Brian Morton Copy Share Image
“You must understand the pain and grief of losing someone is nothing more than a function of survival.” — Steven Cooper Copy Share Image
You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down — Thrity Umrigar Copy Share Image
... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over… — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
You dont choose your life; it chooses you. Theres no point asking why life has reserved certain joys or griefs, you just accept them… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“When we learn to attribute meaning to the events in our lives, we connect with our Higher Purpose, Higher Wisdom, or Source; we become… — Susan Barbara Apollon Copy Share Image
Nowadays most people wear black most of the time anyway: go to a literary party and one would imagine everyone there was in perpetual… — Fay Weldon Copy Share Image
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share Image
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
