#grief

And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself—more birds than women flocking round his body! ↗

— Homer

#death #greece #grief #mourning #death

You can, for just a moment, fuse grief like a bone, but the memory of the ability to bend lingers inside, like an itch running in the blood, just beneath the skin: relief is always only temporary. Grief, we understood, would now hijack a part of our day for the rest of our lives, sneaking in, making the world momentarily stop, every day, forever. ↗

— Emily Rapp

#grief #loss #death

Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels. Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart. ↗

— Simon Armitage

#death-wish #depression #despair #grief #king-arthur

I miss you with the very edge of my skin. It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting. ↗

— Valentina Cano

#grief #loss #sadness #death

Contrary to what a lot of people believe (or hope), comfort doesn’t take the pain away. Comfort slides in beside the pain, pulling up a chair so that we have something more than sorrow in our hearts. Comfort gently expands our spirits so that we can breathe again. Comfort opens our eyes so that we can see possibility again. And on those days, whether it is the next day or five years removed, on that day when grief rears its dark head again, comfort helps us remember that pain is not all there is ↗

— Peggy Haymes

#death #grief #healing #hope #mourning

Though I knew in my mind that others had felt such loss, this loss was mine, and I felt that no one would ever understand it, and to try to explain the lonliness and pain I felt would be futile. ↗

— Linda Hawley

#loneliness #loss #dreams

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate. ↗

— Aberjhani

#faith #grief #hatred #healing #human-nature

I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still. ↗

— Alexander Pushkin

#desire #dreams #grief #heart #lonliness

Thoughts, pictures of him would come to me just a second after waking, shocking me from the forgetfulness of sleep, striking blows that were almost physical. And even in sleep I was not completely free. So often sleep brought dreams of him. ↗

— Bernard Taylor

#grief #grieving #loss #dreams

The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course. Until Caroline had died I had belonged to that other world, the place of innocence, and linear expectations, where I thught grief was a simple, wrenching realm of sadness and longing that graduallu receded. What that definition left out was the body blow that loss inflicts, as well as the temporary madness, and a range of less straightforward emotions shocking in their intensity. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#grief #death