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She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
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mourning
suffering
sorrow
sadness
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
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mourning
words
grief
loss
sorrow
sadness
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William Shakespeare |
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In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child.
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mourning
loss
inadequacy-of-words
lose
english
language
parent
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Jodi Picoult |
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See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it
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mourning
inspirational
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Jodi Picoult |
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How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
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mourning
loss
death
heart
love
casket
funeral
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Jodi Picoult |
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We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.
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mourning
grief
suffering
reality
personal-experience
others
experience
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C.S. Lewis |
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No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.
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mourning
loneliness
grief
loss
fear
restlessness
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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
letter-to-fanny-mccullough
mourning
sorrow
inspirational
bereavement
grieving
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Abraham Lincoln |
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"If you wear black, then kindly, irritating strangers will touch your arm consolingly and inform you that the world keeps on turning. They're right. It does. However much you beg it to stop. It turns and lets grenadine spill over the horizon, sends hard bars of gold through my window and I wake up and feel happy for three seconds and then I remember. It turns and tips people out of their beds and into their cars, their offices, an avalanche of tiny men and women tumbling through life... All trying not to think about what's waiting at the bottom. Sometimes it turns and sends us reeling into each other's arms. We cling tight, excited and laughing, strangers thrown together on a moving funhouse floor. Intoxicated by the motion we forget all the risks. And then the world turns... And somebody falls off... And oh God it's such a long way down. Numb with shock, we can only stand and watch as they fall away from us, gradually getting smaller... Receding in our memories until they're no longer visible. We gather in cemeteries, tense and silent as if for listening for the impact; the splash of a pebble dropped into a dark well, trying to measure its depth. Trying to measure how far we have to fall. No impact comes; no splash. The moment passes. The world turns and we turn away, getting on with our lives... Wrapping ourselves in comforting banalities to keep us warm against the cold. "Time's a great healer." "At least it was quick." "The world keeps turning." Oh Alec-- Alec's dead."
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mourning
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Alan Moore |
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I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
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mourning
funerals
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John Green |
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For as much as I hate the cemetery, I've been grateful it's here, too. I miss my wife. It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her in all the places where she was alive.
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mourning
loss
death
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John Scalzi |
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Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.
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mourning
death
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R.A. Salvatore |
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We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.
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mourning
grief
loss
immortality
sorrow
death
life-goes-on
memory
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John Banville |
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...he prayed fundamentally as a gesture of love for what had gone and would go and could be loved in no other way. When he prayed he touched his parents, who could not otherwise be touched, and he touched a feeling that we are all children who lose our parents, all of us, every man and woman and boy and girl, and we too will all be lost by those who come after us and love us, and this loss unites humanity, unites every human being, the temporary nature of our being-ness, and our shared sorrow, the heartache we each carry and yet too often refuse to acknowledge in one another, and out of this Saeed felt it might be possible, in the face of death, to believe in humanity's potential for building a better world, so he prayed as a lament, as a consolation, and as a hope....
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mourning
grief
loss
relationships
prayer
family
exit-west
mohsin-hamid
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Mohsin Hamid |
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Yes. We both have a bad feeling. Tonight we shall take our bad feelings and share them, and face them. We shall mourn. We shall drain the bitter dregs of mortality. Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled, but halved. No man is an island.
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mourning
pain
sharing
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Neil Gaiman |
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Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. [Matt 5:4]
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mourning
beatitudes
bible-quotes
bible-verse
scripture
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Anonymous |
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I need not describe the feelings of those whose dearest ties are rent by that most irreparable evil, the void that presents itself to the soul, and the despair that is exhibited on the countenance. It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she whom we saw every day and whose very existence appeared a part of our own can have departed forever--that the brightness of a beloved eye can have been extinguished and the sound of a voice so familiar and dear to the ear can be hushed, never more to be heard. These are the reflections of the first days; but when the lapse of time proves the reality of the evil, then the actual bitterness of grief commences. Yet from whom has not that rude hand rent away some dear connection? And why should I describe a sorrow which all have felt, and must feel? The time at length arrives when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity; and the smile that plays upon the lips, although it may be deemed a sacrilege, is not banished. My mother was dead, but we had still duties which we ought to perform; we must continue our course with the rest and learn to think ourselves fortunate whilst one remains whom the spoiler has not seized.
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mourning
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Mary Shelley |
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Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was floating untethered in his mind. How am I supposed to live without you? It was not a matter of the body; his body would carry on as usual. The problem was located in the word how: he would live, but without Elspeth the flavour, the manner, the method of living were lost to him. He would have to relearn solitude.
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mourning
longing
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Audrey Niffenegger |
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"What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up."
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mourning
love
jane
sad
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John Scalzi |
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"I accepted all this counsel politely, with a glassy smile and a glaring sense of unreality. Many adults seemed to interpret this numbness as a positive sign; I remember particularly Mr. Beeman (an overly clipped Brit in a dumb tweed motoring cap, whom despite his solicitude I had come to hate, irrationally, as an agent of my mother's death) complimenting me on my maturity and informing me that I seemed to be "coping awfully well." And maybe I was coping awfully well, I don't know. Certainly I wasn't howling aloud or punching my fist through windows or doing any of the things I imagined people might do who felt as I did. But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead."
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mourning
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Donna Tartt |
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Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.
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mourning
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George Eliot |
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I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.
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mourning
grief
loss
depression
sorrow
death
life
hollow
pass-by
numb
mourn
empty
ignore
tears
forget
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Robin Hobb |
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Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea
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mourning
sorrow
weeping
tears
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another. But sometimes there is simply a long space after an ending, a time when it seems everything else has ended and nothing else can ever begin.
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mourning
time
loss
depression
sorrow
start
ending
beginning
coincide
initiate
lead
mark
sign
numb
mourn
empty
passage
show
end
space
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Robin Hobb |
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Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
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mourning
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William Shakespeare |
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To this day, she's still sad. Because there's not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it. I'm just saying that I took the pain that was inside of her at that moment and made it my own. And it didn't hurt me at all.
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mourning
human-nature
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Tom Perrotta |
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I -- I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.' But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time. For her he had died only yesterday. And, by Jove! the impression was so powerful that for me, too, he seemed to have died only yesterday -- nay, this very minute. I saw her and him in the same instant of time -- his death and her sorrow -- I saw her sorrow in the very moment of his death. Do you understand? I saw them together -- I heard them together.
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mourning
time
sorrow
death
devotion
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Joseph Conrad |
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Grieving, like being blind, is a strange business; you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning, but after the early bursts of tears, after the praises have been spoken, and the good days remembered, and the lament cried, and the grave closed, there is no company in grief. It is a burden borne alone.
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mourning
solitude
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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{ } heart was fathomlessly deep, long acquainted with humility, patience, sacrifice. His little home amid the roses was austerely simple; he knew the worthlessness of luxury, the joy of few possessions. The modesty with which he wore his scientific fame repeatedly reminded me of the trees that bend low with the burden of ripening fruits; it is the barren tree that lifts its head high in an empty boast. I was in New York when, in 1926, my dear passed away. In tears I thought, 'Oh, I would gladly walk all the way from here to Santa Rosa for one more glimpse of him!' Locking myself away from secretaries and visitors, I spent the next twenty-four hours in seclusion... name has now passed into the heritage of common speech. Listing 'burbank' as a transitive verb, Webster's New International Dictionary defines it: 'To cross or graft (a plant). Hence, figuratively, to improve (anything, as a process or institution) by selecting good features and rejecting bad, or by adding good features.' 'Beloved ,' I cried after reading the definition, 'your very name is now a synonym for goodness!
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mourning
grief
joy
goodness
death
sadness
science
friendship
love
burbank
luther-burbank
brotherhood
modesty
new-york
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Paramahansa Yogananda |
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After a week, it's better. I miss her. I mourn her. But some peace has returned. She had been so unattainable - so young, so much a citizen of a different era - that it is hard to feel fully deprived.
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mourning
separation
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Scott Turow |
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The living mourn the dead for a time but they forget about them as days pass. The living are so selfish, so spoilt, so taken with the very act of living that they don't remember long.
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mourning
forgetting
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Natsuo Kirino |
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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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mourning
life
grieving
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Thomas Hardy |
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She said once that time is nothing to me but a series of bookmarks that I use to jump back and forth through the text of my life, returning again and again to the events that mark me in the eyes of my more astute colleagues, as bearing all the characteristics of the classic melancholic.
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mourning
grief
depression
family
friendship
professional
the-past
melancholy
reflection
regret
remember
dead
sad
lost
mental-illness
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Dennis Lehane |
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This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.
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suicide
mourning
depression
empathy
sadness
music
heartbreak
heart
love
mournful
ruminating
tradgedy
lost-love
thinking
regret
lost
nostalgia
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Joseph Conrad |
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We often pity the poor, because they have no leisure to mourn their departed relatives, and necessity obliges them to labor through their severest afflictions: but is not active employment the best remedy for overwhelming sorrow--the surest antidote for despair? It may be a rough comforter: it may seem hard to be harassed with the cares of life when we have no relish for its enjoyments; to be goaded to labor when the heart is ready to break, and the vexed spirit implores for rest only to weep in silence: but is not labor better than the rest we covet? and are not those petty, tormenting cares less hurtful than a continual brooding over the great affliction that oppresses us? Besides, we cannot have cares, and anxieties, and toil, without hope--if it be but the hope of fulfilling our joyless task, accomplishing some needful project, or escaping some further annoyance.
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mourning
work
family
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Anne Brontë |
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In the daylight we know what's gone is gone, but at night it's different. Nothing gets finished, not dying, not mourning;
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mourning
grief
dream
dreams
nightmares
nightmare
dying
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Margaret Atwood |
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Each death laid a dreadful charge of complicity on the living; each death was incongenerous, its guilt irreducible, its sadness immortal; a bracelet of bright hair about the bone. I did not pray for her, because prayer has no efficacy; I did not cry for her, because only extroverts cry twice; I sat in the silence of that night, that infinite hostility to man, to permanence, to love, remembering her, remembering her.
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mourning
grief
loss
desolation
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John Fowles |
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Memory is all I have now
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mourning
love
memory-quote
tragic
memory
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James Patterson |
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Although it was autumn and not summer the dark-gold sunlight and the inky shadows, long and slender in the shape of felled cypresses, were the same, and there was the same sense of everything drenched and jewelled and the same ultramarine glitter on the sea. I felt inexplicably lightened; it was as if the evening, in all the drench and drip of its fallacious pathos, had temporarily taken over from me the burden of grieving.
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mourning
vivid
weather
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John Banville |
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How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!
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mourning
friendship
selflessness
sad
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Anne Brontë |
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What I am mourning is perhaps not worth saving, but I regret its loss nevertheless.
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mourning
life
regrets
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John Steinbeck |
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Wie ich heimschritt bemerkte ich mit einemmal vor mir meinen eigenen Schatten so wie ich den Schatten des anderen Krieges hinter dem jetzigen sah. Er ist durch all diese Zeit nicht mehr von mir gewichen dieser Schatten er uberhing jeden meiner Gedanken bei Tag und bei Nacht vielleicht liegt sein dunkler Umriss auch auf manchen Blattern dieses Buches. Aber jeder Schatten ist im letzten doch auch Kind des Lichts und nur wer Helles und Dunkles Krieg und Frieden Aufstieg und Niedergang erfahren nur der hat wahrhaft gelebt.
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mourning
war
remembrance
europe
peace
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Stefan Zweig |
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"I remembered that once, as a child, I was filled with wonder, that I had marveled at tri-folded science projects, encyclopedias, and road atlases. I left much of that wonder somewhere back in Baltimore. Now I had the privilege of welcoming it back like a long-lost friend, though our reunion was laced with grief; I mourned over all the years that were lost. The mourning continues. Even today, from time to time, I find myself on beaches watching six-year-olds learn to surf, or at colleges listening to sophomores slip from English to Italian, or at cafes seeing young poets flip though "The Waste Land," or listening to the radio where economists explain economic things that I could've explored in my lost years, mourning, hoping that I and all my wonder, my long-lost friend, have not yet run out of time, though I know that we all run out of time, and some of us run out of it faster."
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mourning
mortality
wonder
meaning
wasted-time
inertia
purpose
regret
knowledge
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Ta-Nehisi Coates |
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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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mourning
grieving
sadness-lonelyness
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Jonathan Tropper |
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Throw off your grief,' doubters imply, 'and we can all go back to pretending death doesn't exist, or at least is comfortably far away.
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mourning
grief
death
pretending
survival
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Julian Barnes |
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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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mourning
grief-and-loss
grieving
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Judith Butler |
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Somewhere in the notes Estraven wrote during our trek across the Gobrin Ice he wonders why his companion is ashamed to cry. I could have told him even then that it was not shame so much as fear. Now I went on through the Sinoth Valley, through the evening of his death, into the cold country that lies beyond fear. There I found you can weep all you like, but there's no good in it.
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mourning
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.
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mourning
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Jodi Picoult |
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"Will you not weep?" "I do not have the time for tears."
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mourning
grief
loss
sorrow
strength
weep
tears
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George R.R. Martin |
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That small world, like the great one out of doors, had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady, and the housekeeper had said it was the common lot, and the butler had said who'd have thought it, and the housemaid had said she couldn't hardly believe it, and the footman had said it seemed exactly like a dream, they had quite worn the subject out, and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too.
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mourning
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Charles Dickens |
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I've been alive a long time, long enough to know that the more baggage you carry in life, the more unstable you'll be, until eventually you get sick of carrying it, and then you just fall down.
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mourning
grief
life
baggage
unstable
mourn
fall
mental-illness
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Rebecca McNutt |
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The mourning of a loved one never ends with a funeral. It comes back every so often, like a stage performer eager for a curtain call and expects you to be loud about it. ...I gave it all the lung capacity I had.
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mourning
love
funeral
giants
plague
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Kevin Hearne |
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Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.
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mourning
loss
depression
death
darkness
suicidal-ideation
alcohol
heartache
lonely
sad
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Dennis Lehane |
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"Why do they lie?" she asked herself aloud. "They say time makes losing someone you loved easier to deal with, but it only makes it worse."
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mourning
time
grief
loss
love
bereavement
saying
death-dying
death-of-a-friend
deal
death-of-a-loved-one
worse
ask
lie
easy
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Rebecca McNutt |
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What clear is that meaning may not be something we . We found no meaning in our son's death, or in the deaths of countless others. The most we could hope was that we might be able to meaning.
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mourning
grief
loss
meaning
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Elaine Pagels |
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Shaken by emotional storms, I realized that choosing to feel guilt, however painful, somehow seemed to offer reassurance that such events did not happen at random.... If guilt is the price we pay for the illusion that we have some control over nature, many of us are willing to pay it. I was. To begin to release the weight of guilt, I had to let go of whatever illusion of control it pretended to offer, and acknowledge that pain and death are as natural as birth, woven inseparably into our human nature.
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mourning
pain
grief
loss
suffering
nature
death
guilt
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Elaine Pagels |
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Why do we feel guilty, even when we've done nothing to bring on illness or death--even when we've done everything possible to prevent it? Suffering feels like punishment, as cultural anthropologists observe; no doubt that's one reason why people still tell the story of Adam and Eve, which interprets suffering that way.
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mourning
illness
grief
loss
suffering
death
bible
punishment
guilt
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Elaine Pagels |
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"No longer married, suddenly I was . From Latin, the name means "emptied." Far worse; it felt like being torn in half, ripped apart from the single functioning organism that had been our family, our lives. Shattered, the word kept recurring; the whole pattern shattered, just as the mountain rocks had shattered his body."
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mourning
grief
loss
relationships
widows
families
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Elaine Pagels |
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"Why did you revive me?" Alecto repeated. "Well... uh, well...." Mandy hesitated, her voice full of sudden misery. "They say there are five stages of grief, you know... five stages. denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Not in any particular order. Anyhow, I denied your death, I was angry about it, I bargained with Mearth to try and get her to un-bury your site and I was depressed about the whole ordeal. One thing I just froze up on though was acceptance. I just couldn't accept your death. It was really cruel the way you died, and I missed you so much... Mearth, my parents, the cops, Dr. Pottie, they all thought I was crazy. When people think you're crazy, that label automatically dehumanizes you, because people can use it to discredit everything you say with, "oh, pay no mind to her, she's just this crazy lunatic with a dead imaginary friend." I just wanted to do something, anything to make it all go away, and I decided that I wanted to revive you."
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mourning
grief
loss
depression
death
sadness
friendship
bargaining
discredit
imaginary-friend
revival
dehumanization
death-of-a-loved-one
anger
denial
help
friend
crazy
lunatic
dying
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Rebecca McNutt |
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I did not want to die, but desperately wanted to be anywhere but there; the pain was unbearable. Yet in that vision, or whatever it was, I felt that the intertwined knots were the connections with the people we loved, and that nothing else could have kept us in this world.
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mourning
grief
loss
death
religion
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Elaine Pagels |
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Lady Moon rose an' gazed o'er my busted'n'beautsome Valleys with silv'ry'n'sorryin' eyes, an' the dingos mourned for the died uns.
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mourning
death
moon
personification
description
destruction
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David Mitchell |
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The final tormenting, unanswerable question: what is 'success' in mourning?
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mourning
grief
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Julian Barnes |
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Sabia ya que solo las viejas palabras servian: muerte, congoja, tristeza, pesar, sufrimiento. Nada moderadamente evasivo o medicinal. La afliccion es un estado humano, no medico, y aunque haya pildoras que nos ayuden a olvidarla - y todo lo demas -, no hay pastillas que la curen. Los afligidos no estan deprimidos, sino solo debidamente, adecuada, matematicamente tristes.
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mourning
sadness
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Julian Barnes |
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That was the first time I experienced the desperate orgiastic pleasure of this form of public mourning: it was the one place where people mingled and touched bodies and shared emotions without restraint or guilt. There was a wild, sexually flavored frenzy in the air. Later, when I saw a slogan by Khomeini saying that the Islamic Republic survives through its mourning ceremonies, I could testify to its truth.
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mourning
iran
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Azar Nafisi |
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Saeed prayed a great deal, and so did his father, and so did their guests, and some of them wept, but Saeed had wept only once, when he first saw his mother's corpse and screamed, and Saeed's father wept only when he was alone in his room, silently, without tears, his body seized as though by a stutter, or a shiver, that would not let go, for his sense of loss was boundless, and his sense of the benevolence of the universe was shaken, and his wife had been his best friend.
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mourning
grief
loss
sorrow
weeping
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Mohsin Hamid |
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"Do you have any idea why you might be feeling better?" "No, not really," I said curtly. Better wasn't even the word for how I felt. There wasn't a word for it. It was more that things too small to mention--laughter in the hall at school, a live gecko scurrying in a tank in the science lab--made me feel happy one moment and the next like crying. Sometimes, in the evenings, a damp, gritty wind blew in the windows from Park Avenue, just as the rush hour traffic was thinning and the city was emptying for the night; it was rainy, trees leafing out, spring deepening into summer; and the forlorn cry of horns on the street, the dank smell of the wet pavement had an electricity about it, a sense of crowds and static, lonely secretaries and fat guys with bags of carry-out, everywhere the ungainly sadness of creatures pushing and struggling to live. For weeks, I'd been frozen, sealed-off; now, in the shower, I would turn up the water as hard as it would go and howl, silently. Everything was raw and painful and confusing and wrong and yet it was as if I'd been dragged from freezing water through a break in the ice, into sun and blazing cold."
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mourning
recovery
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Donna Tartt |
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I sware unto you my furtherance if I prevailed. But now is mine army passed away as wax wasteth before the fire, and I wait the dark ferryman who tarrieth for no man. Yet, since never have I wrote mine obligations in sandy but in marble memories, and since victory is mine, receive these gifts: and first thou, O Brandoch Daha, my sword, since before thou wast of years eighteen thou wast accounted the mightiest among men-at-arms. Mightily may it avail thee, as me in time gone by. And unto thee, O Spitfire, I give this cloak. Old it is, yet may it stand thee in good stead, since this virtue it hath that he who weareth it shall not fall alive into the hand of his enemies. Wear it for my sake. But unto thee, O Juss, give I no gift, for rich thou art of all good gifts: only my good will give I unto thee, ere earth gape for me.
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mourning
gift-giving
inheritance
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E.R. Eddison |
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"In the kitchen, her family nibbled Helen's lemon squares. Melanie urged brownies on the nurses. "Take these," she told Lorraine. "We can't eat them all, but Helen won't stop baking." "Sweetheart," Lorraine said, "everybody mourns in her own way." Helen mourned her sister deeply. She arrived each day with shopping bags. Her cake was tender with sliced apples, but her almond cookies crumbled at the touch. Her pecan bars were awful, sticky-sweet and hard enough to break your teeth. They remained untouched in the dining room, because Helen never threw good food away." --
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mourning
grief
loss
end-of-life
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Allegra Goodman |
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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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mourning
grieving
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John Banville |
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He needs a looser association. He needs something that implies a man who wants the ice shard to remain in his chest, who's learned to love the sensation of being pierced.
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mourning
pain
loss
suffering
sorrow
love
heartache
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Michael Cunningham |
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"Dimitri had driven his mother back to Montreux from the Lausanne hospital at dusk on July 2, in his blue Ferrari, on the last day of his father's life. Vera had sat silently for a few minutes and then uttered the one desperate line Dimitri ever heard escape her lips, "Let's rent an airplane and crash."
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mourning
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Stacy Schiff |
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"Mandy, I hardly think this was appropriate, not after... you know... after the funeral we haven't had the money for any of your weird little games and I was hoping you'd be more mature now that Jud's gone," her father had disappointedly added. "How much'd that cake cost you?" "It's paid for," Mandy had argued, but her voice had sounded tiny in the harbour wind. "I used the cash from my summer job at Frenchy's last year and I... it was my birthday, dad!" "You can't even be normal about this one thing, can you?" her father had complained. Mandy hadn't cried, she'd only stared back knowingly, her voice shaky. "...I'm normal."
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money
mourning
grief
loss
depression
death-of-a-sibling
sibling
brother
cake
argument
birthday
funeral
parent
normal
father
memory
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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BERNARDA.-- Las mujeres en la iglesia no deben mirar mas hombre que al oficiante, y a ese porque tiene faldas. Volver la cabeza es buscar el calor de la pana. MUJER 1.-- (En voz baja) !Vieja lagarta recocida! LA PONCIA.-- (Entre dientes) !Sarmentosa por calentura de varon! BERNARDA.-- (Dando un golpe de baston en el suelo) !Alabado sea Dios! TODAS.-- (Santiguandose) Sea por siempre bendito y alabado.
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theatre
mourning
religion
la-casa-de-bernarda-alba
spanish-literature
theatre-plays
teatro
spain
españa
honour
honor
theater
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Federico García Lorca |
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A week later, I walked to Gwyneth's house. She and Dorothy and I shared tea and we wept for Jacob. We talked. We smiled a little. Then I left and waited for Cullah, and thought what a great emptiness was left by Jacob's passing. At last, I sat at the front door, on the chair where Patience had died. I held my hands folded at my heart, and ached for all who had passed from my world
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mourning
grief
heartache
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Nancy E. Turner |
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"I knew from the first glimpse that he was dead. But I ran to him". There was no way in which to describe his feelings, because he hadn't had any. The world had simply ceased in that moment, and with it, all his knowledge of how things were done. He simply could not see how life might continue. The first lesson of adult life was it, horribly, did."
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mourning
death
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Diana Gabaldon |
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They don't want to see me lose my home. They want me to come to my senses before it's too late. I need a better way to cope with my feelings of loss and guilt. I need bereavement therapy. Here are some names. I should think about medication. Here's what worked for them. There are books. There are websites. There are support groups. Healing won't come from withdrawing into a fantasy world, isolating myself, spending all my time with a dog. There is such a thing as pathological grief. There is the magical thinking of pathological grief, which is a kind of dementia. Which in their collective opinion is what I have.
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mourning
grief
loss
bereavement
healing
intervention
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Sigrid Nunez |
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I confess to sudden rages. Walking in Midtown, rush hour's peak, people streaming in both directions, I find myself seething, ready to kill. Who are all these fucking people, and how is it fair, how is it even possible that all of them, these perfectly ordinary people, should be alive, when --
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mourning
rage
grief
loss
death
life
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Sigrid Nunez |
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- Quiza me queria, a su manera, como yo la quise a ella, a la mia. Pero no nos conociamos. Quiza porque yo nunca la deje conocerme, o nunca di un paso por conocerla a ella. Pasamos la vida como dos extranos que se han visto todos los dias y se saludan por cortesia. Y pienso que quiza murio sin perdonarme
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mourning
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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To draw me out, the therapist asks what I did for the holidays. When I tell him he says gently (he says everything gently), Sounds like that's one of the ways your loss has affected you: not wanting to be with other people. Hating to be with other people, I don't say. Terrified of being with other people.
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mourning
solitude
loneliness
grief
loss
isolation
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Sigrid Nunez |