#grief

When other people are grieving, the newspaperman turns efficient. ↗

— Stieg Larsson

#grief #news #newspapers #death

When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described. ↗

— Bhavya Kaushik

#grief #losing-a-child #pain #sad #death

Verily, a man should not cling to those who have passed, for he will likely neglect service to the living. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#death #grief #grieving #loss #loss-of-love

If there is nothing else there is this:to be inundated, consumed. ↗

— Peter Heller

#grief #death

[Philip's death was] beyond comparison the most afflicting of my life.... He was truly a fine youth. But why should I repine? It was the will of heaven and he is now out of the reach of the seductions and calamities of a world full of folly, full of vice, full of danger, of least value in proportion as it is best known. I firmly trust also that he has safely reached the haven of eternal repose and felicity. (Alexander Hamilton letter to Benjamin Rush about the death of his 19-year old son from mortal wounds inflicted from a duel.) ↗

— Ron Chernow

#death

It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere... ↗

— Emma Donoghue

#grief #loss #death

What is love for, if not to intensify our affections—both in life and death? But, O, do not be bitter. It is tragically self-destructive to be bitter. ↗

— John Piper

#emotions #grief #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 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

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#grief #seperation #friendship