Grief Quote by N. Scott Momaday Download Open image ““He wondered what his sorrow was and could not remember.”” — N. Scott Momaday ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Grief Memory
“His eyes looked sad and cautious. I recognized the grief, but there seemed to be more to it, a depth beyond what even I… — Tyra Lynn Copy Share Image
“He'd forget all that, just as he would forget this night. The memories would linger for a time, but they'd grow dull. The ache… — Loretta Chase Copy Share Image
“There is not one moment when that feeling of inadequate sorrow goes away. It just lessens and lessens, until it is mostly a memory… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“He pushed that thoughts away. He didn't like painful memories. Keep moving -- that was his motto. Don't dwell in things. Don't stay in… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“He did not know what to say in the face of such sorrow. He sat in silence by his sister's side in the spring… — Halldor Laxness Copy Share Image
“... he had understood that memory was a place, a real place that one could visit, and that to spend a few moments among… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
“When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
“He knew what it was to have orphan status thrust upon you. Like someone had pushed you through a door, locked it, and left… — Lydia Kang Copy Share Image
It is here that I can concentrate my mind upon the Remembered Earth. It is here that I am most conscious of being, here… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me. — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
Sometimes, I think the best kind of poem is one in which there is an acute balance between what is humorous and that which… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to a particular… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
My father was a painter and he taught art. He once said to me, 'I never knew an Indian child who could not draw.' — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
“If coupling should but make us whole / And of the selfsame mind and soul, / Then couple let's in celebration; / We have contained the population.” — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
The Kiowas reckoned their stature by the distance they could see. — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. He ought to give himself up to a particular… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
Indians are marvelous storytellers. In some ways, that oral tradition is stronger than the written tradition. — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
Your imagination comes to life, and this, you think, is where Creation was begun. — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
As far as I am concerned, poetry is a statement concerning the human condition, composed in verse. — N. Scott Momaday 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
