[I]t wasn't history that was too fragile, but me.
emotions grief
Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.
pain life grief emotion physical
Tears have always been easier to shed than explain.
tears grief emotion spontaneity
I would have been glad if it had been the Lord's will to let one of my children live.
family grief
Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
fear sorrow grief
The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.
pain time fear time-passing grief
Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate.
food grief symbol
Which would you choose if you could: pleasure for yourself despite your friendsor a share in their grief?
friends grief
Nix still held Benny's hand, and her grip tightened to an almost crushing force, grinding his hand bones together. It hurt, but Benny would rather have cut that hand off than take it back at that moment. If it would help Nix through this, he'd give her a pair of pliers and a vise so she could do a proper job.
pain friends grief
Grief can destroy you --or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn't allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it. But when it's over and you're alone, you begin to see that it wasn't just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything, it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it. The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss. And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life.
bereavement grief
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
sorrow crying grief
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.
They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite
time healing grief magnus-bane will-herondale
There should be a statute of limitation on grief. A rulebook that says it is all right to wake up crying, but only for a month. That after 42 days you will no longer turn with your heart racing, certain you have heard her call out your name. That there will be no fine imposed if you feel the need to clean out her desk; take down her artwork from the refrigerator; turn over a school portrait as you pass - if only because it cuts you fresh again to see it. That it's okay to measure the time she has been gone, the way we once measured her birthdays.
time grief limitation
The tears I feel todayI'll wait to shed tomorrow. Though I'll not sleep this nightNor find surcease from sorrow. My eyes must keep their sight: I dare not be tear-blinded.I must be free to talkNot choked with grief, clear-minded. My mouth cannot betrayThe anguish that I know. Yes, I'll keep my tears til later: But my grief will never go.
grief
Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.
Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it.
loss grief disillusionment
Nothing remained but loneliness and grief
loneliness grief little-women louisa-may-alcott
She has never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess. That she had managed to keep it inside her this long was astounding to James. He thought of pushing open the half-closed door and kneeling before his wife, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and helping her upstairs. He raised his hand, stroking the wood of the door, planning to say something to calm her. But what wisdom could he offer Gus, when he could not even heed it himself? James walked upstairs again, got into bed, covered his head with a pillow. And hours later, when Gus crept beneath the sheets, he tried to pretend that he did not feel the weight of her grief, lying between them like a fitful child, so solid that he could not reach past it to touch her.
She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.
loss grief yearning
But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels..
Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?
grief loved-ones
I rose and moved towards him. You would have done the same yourself. It is an ancient matter. Something propels you towards sudden grief, or perhaps also sometimes repels. You move away. I moved towards it, I couldn't help it.
So this, Harriet thought, gazing at her black-clad reflection, was what bearing up looked like. The eyes in the mirror stared at her, somehow, while fixing themselves far away. Bearing up, then, must be this: the feeling of perfect frozen stillness, so that to raise your hand was a wrenching and unnatural event. It was not being able to sleep or eat, and the small placid tone in which she heard herself decline the food. It was the presentiment that there must be a crack or a hole somewhere at hand down which she was to throw and extinguish herself, since there must surely be something to make this bearable.
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