#grief

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#love #love

Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes. ↗

— Euripedes

#children #disappointment #grief #happiness #his

To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking. ↗

— Alcaeus

#bowed #drinking #folly #gained #grief

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly. ↗

— Christian Nestell Bovee

#grief #inwardly

They have - they do still hit me occasionally, and it's an overwhelming grief for what - even though my life is so good now, even including going through treatment for cancer, my life is incredible. ↗

— Lynn Redgrave

#even #going #good #grief #hit

Grief changes shape, but it never ends. ↗

— Keanu Reeves

#changes #ends #grief #never #shape

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death. ↗

— Dean Inge

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God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#loneliness #life

When you are happy, so happy you have no sense of needing Him, so happy that you are tempted to feel His claims upon you as an interruption, if you remember yourself and turn to Him with gratitude and praise, you will be — or so it feels— welcomed with open arms. But go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting and double bolting on the inside. After that, silence. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#god #grief #loss #religion #faith