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"For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it? How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time."
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faith
grief
grieving
loss
stillbirth
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C.S. Lewis |
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In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it. I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You can not now realize that you will ever feel better. Is not this so? And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. To know this, which is certainly true, will make you some less miserable now. I have had experience enough to know what I say; and you need only to believe it, to feel better at once.
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1862
bereavement
grieving
inspirational
letter-to-fanny-mccullough
mourning
sorrow
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Abraham Lincoln |
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My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.
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faith
grief
grieving
loss
stillbirth
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C.S. Lewis |
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The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire?
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grieving
life-lesson
lost-love
love
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Mercedes Lackey |
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Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything. But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can't avoid. I mean my own body. It had such a different importance while it was the body of H.'s lover. Now it's like an empty house.
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death
faith
grief
grieving
loss
stillbirth
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C.S. Lewis |
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It happened in New York, April 10th, nineteen years ago. Even my hand balks at the date. I had to push to write it down, just to keep the pen moving on the paper. It used to be a perfectly ordinary day, but now it sticks up on the calendar like a rusty nail.
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grief
grieving
grieving-the-loss-of-a-mother
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Donna Tartt |
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Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.
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grieving
inspirational
stories
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George R.R. Martin |
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She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.
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black-heart
evil
gone
grief
grieving
heartless
malicious
nothing
release
sadist
sadistic
self-obsessed
self-obsession
stoic
unimportant
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Gillian Flynn |
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There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.
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grieving
last-times
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Jonathan Tropper |
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"And they will pause just for an instant, and give a sigh to me, and think, "Poor girl!" believing they do great justice to my memory by this. But they will never, never realize that it was my single opportunity of existence, as well as of doing my duty, which they are regarding; they will not feel that what to them is but a thought, easily held in those two words of pity, "Poor girl!" was a whole life to me, as full of hours, minutes, and peculiar minutes, of hopes and dreads, smiles, whisperings, tears, as theirs: that it was my world, what is to them their world, and that in that life of mine, however much I cared for them, only as the thought I seem to them to be. Nobody can enter into another's nature truly, that's what is so grievous."
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grieving
life
mourning
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Thomas Hardy |
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There need not be a purpose to a person's death, other than that they have lived the length of their days on this Earth and now begin the longer part of their existence.
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grief
grieving
self-help
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Brian M. Holmes |
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A funeral is no place for secrets.
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funeral
grieving
loss
secrets
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Mitch Albom |
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Of course, Mary Magdalene would have very little tolerance for the Christian platitudes and vapid optimism that seem to swirl around these kinds of tragic events. Those platitudes are tempting, but they're nothing but luxuries for people who've never had demons (or at least have never admitted to them). But equally, she would reject nihilism, or the idea that there is no real meaning in life or death - ideas present in so much of postmodernity. Those ideas, too, are luxuries, but they are for those who have never been freed from demons.
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christianity
demons
faith
grieving
jesus
loss
mary-magdalene
platitudes
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Nadia Bolz-Weber |
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But we are not going to talk about that right now, because to talk about it I'll have to think about it, and I've thought it to death over the last year. There are parts of my brain that are still tirelessly thinking about it, about her, an entire research and development department wholly dedicated to finding new ways to grieve and mourn and feel sorry for myself. And let me tell you, they're good at what they do down there. So I'll leave them to it.
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grieving
mourning
sadness-lonelyness
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Jonathan Tropper |
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It is not as if an 'I' exists independently over here and then simply loses a 'you' over there, especially if the attachment to 'you' is part of what composes who 'I' am. If I lose you, under these conditions, then I not only mourn the loss, but I become inscrutable to myself. Who 'am' I, without you? When we lose some of these ties by which we are constituted, we do not know who we are or what to do. On one level, I think I have lost 'you' only to discover that 'I' have gone missing as well. At another level, perhaps what I have lost 'in' you, that for which I have no vocabulary, is a relationality that is composed neither exclusively of myself nor you, but is to be conceived as *the tie* by which those terms are differentiated and related.
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grief-and-loss
grieving
mourning
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Judith Butler |
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But hers was a strange heart, sad in its very nature, and she could never weep and ease it as other women do, for her tears never brought her comfort.
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grief-and-loss
grieving
sad-love
sadness
tears
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Pearl S. Buck |
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And with every step I took it became more impossible for me to turn back. And my mind was empty--or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anaesthetized wound. I thought only,
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grieving
james-baldwin
leaving
no-turning-back
numb
sad
sorrow
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James Baldwin |
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from under the ground, from under the waters, they clutch at us, they clutch at us, we won't let go.
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dreaming
dreams
grief
grieving
loss
nightmare
nightmares
poetic
poetry
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Margaret Atwood |
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The instinctive posture of grief is a shuffling compromise between defiance and prostration; and pride feels the need of striking a worthier attitude in face of such a foe.
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grief-and-loss
grieving
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Edith Wharton |
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Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hand down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country. I can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape
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grieving
losing-love
loss
love
repetition
time
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Anne Carson |
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You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.
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death
grieving
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Those who sit in the house of grief will someday sit in the garden.
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grieving
poetry
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Gregory Maguire |
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Anthropomorphism, I've decided, is inescapable, and though I might try to hide it I no longer fight it.
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dogs
grieving
love
suicide
writing
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Sigrid Nunez |
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A teraz, juz po wszystkim, cos nowego sie zaczelo, nowego dla mnie - trudna sztuka zycia po smierci.
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grieving
mourning
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