grieving

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09b6314	"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."	grief loss faith stillbirth grieving	C.S. Lewis
c6fbecd	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.	1862 letter-to-fanny-mccullough mourning sorrow inspirational bereavement grieving	Abraham Lincoln
e6e8f37	My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.	grief loss faith stillbirth grieving	C.S. Lewis
a62a186	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?	love lost-love life-lesson grieving	Mercedes Lackey
d97b208	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.	grief loss faith death stillbirth grieving	C.S. Lewis
b9c45c9	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.	grief grieving-the-loss-of-a-mother grieving	Donna Tartt
69f66b1	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.	inspirational grieving stories	George R.R. Martin
2ab7051	She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.	grief self-obsessed self-obsession stoic unimportant sadistic malicious heartless nothing sadist gone grieving black-heart release evil	Gillian Flynn
5d7af55	There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.	last-times grieving	Jonathan Tropper
4583c9e	"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."	mourning life grieving	Thomas Hardy
d73aa6d	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.	grief grieving self-help	Brian M. Holmes
c545b15	A funeral is no place for secrets.	loss funeral grieving secrets	Mitch Albom
4feb2b4	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.	loss christianity jesus faith mary-magdalene platitudes demons grieving	Nadia Bolz-Weber
67b352b	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.	mourning grieving sadness-lonelyness	Jonathan Tropper
62b00d1	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.	sadness sad-love grief-and-loss tears grieving	Pearl S. Buck
9708ee8	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.	mourning grief-and-loss grieving	Judith Butler
a1ffc5b	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,	sorrow no-turning-back james-baldwin leaving numb grieving sad	James Baldwin
7b427fe	from under the ground, from under the waters, they clutch at us, they clutch at us, we won't let go.	grief loss poetry dreams poetic dreaming grieving nightmares nightmare	Margaret Atwood
d7f0e09	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.	grief-and-loss grieving	Edith Wharton
27ee7eb	You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.	death grieving	Cormac McCarthy
bca3173	Anthropomorphism, I've decided, is inescapable, and though I might try to hide it I no longer fight it.	dogs suicide writing love grieving	Sigrid Nunez
44b8af2	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	time loss love losing-love repetition grieving	Anne Carson
a4d63cc	A teraz, juz po wszystkim, cos nowego sie zaczelo, nowego dla mnie - trudna sztuka zycia po smierci.	mourning grieving	John Banville
2aa4788	Those who sit in the house of grief will someday sit in the garden.	poetry grieving	Gregory Maguire

09b6314

"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."

grief loss faith stillbirth grieving

C.S. Lewis

c6fbecd

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.

1862 letter-to-fanny-mccullough mourning sorrow inspirational bereavement grieving

Abraham Lincoln

e6e8f37

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

grief loss faith stillbirth grieving

C.S. Lewis

a62a186

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?

love lost-love life-lesson grieving

Mercedes Lackey

d97b208

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.

grief loss faith death stillbirth grieving

C.S. Lewis

b9c45c9

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.

grief grieving-the-loss-of-a-mother grieving

Donna Tartt

69f66b1

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.

inspirational grieving stories

George R.R. Martin

2ab7051

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

grief self-obsessed self-obsession stoic unimportant sadistic malicious heartless nothing sadist gone grieving black-heart release evil

Gillian Flynn

5d7af55

There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

last-times grieving

Jonathan Tropper

4583c9e

"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."

mourning life grieving

Thomas Hardy

d73aa6d

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.

grief grieving self-help

Brian M. Holmes

c545b15

A funeral is no place for secrets.

loss funeral grieving secrets

Mitch Albom

4feb2b4

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.

loss christianity jesus faith mary-magdalene platitudes demons grieving

Nadia Bolz-Weber

67b352b

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.

mourning grieving sadness-lonelyness

Jonathan Tropper

62b00d1

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.

sadness sad-love grief-and-loss tears grieving

Pearl S. Buck

9708ee8

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.

mourning grief-and-loss grieving

Judith Butler

a1ffc5b

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,

sorrow no-turning-back james-baldwin leaving numb grieving sad

James Baldwin

7b427fe

from under the ground, from under the waters, they clutch at us, they clutch at us, we won't let go.

grief loss poetry dreams poetic dreaming grieving nightmares nightmare

Margaret Atwood

d7f0e09

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.

grief-and-loss grieving

Edith Wharton

27ee7eb

You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.

death grieving

Cormac McCarthy

bca3173

Anthropomorphism, I've decided, is inescapable, and though I might try to hide it I no longer fight it.

dogs suicide writing love grieving

Sigrid Nunez

44b8af2

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

time loss love losing-love repetition grieving

Anne Carson

a4d63cc

A teraz, juz po wszystkim, cos nowego sie zaczelo, nowego dla mnie - trudna sztuka zycia po smierci.

mourning grieving

John Banville

2aa4788

Those who sit in the house of grief will someday sit in the garden.

poetry grieving

Gregory Maguire