#grief

The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island. ↗

— John Millington Synge

#contain #death #eighty #every #grief

And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#confusion #grief #happiness #running

When one person is missing the whole world seems empty. ↗

— Pat Schweibert

#loss #mourning #tears

I am crying, he thought, opening his eyes to stare through the soapy, stinging water. I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater. But he wasn't crying. Curiously, he felt too depressed to cry. Too hurt. It felt as if she'd taken the part of him that cried. ↗

— John Green

#feeling-broken #grief #broken

Nix still held Benny's hand, and her grip tightened to an almost crushing force, grinding his hand bones together. It hurt, but Benny would rather have cut that hand off than take it back at that moment. If it would help Nix through this, he'd give her a pair of pliers and a vise so she could do a proper job. ↗

— Jonathan Maberry

#grief #love #pain #love

She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#loss #lost-love #pain #sadness #love

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief? ↗

— Kate Morton

#loved-ones #love

I thought about how the past can become so small. An entire day, 24 separate, heavy hours, becomes the size of a tiny brown leaf falling from a tree. Before you know it, a whole year is just a pile of dead leaves on the ground. The year or so I’d spent in love with Chad was starting to feel so long ago, swept away by the wind. I knew that this year would soon feel far away too. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#healing #in-love #leaves #love #pain

Boss, please!" Winnie was almost crying, too. "Let me die in peace," Keller said, although she didn't realize she was saying it aloud until she heard the words. Then she added, "Don't you cry, Winfrith. You did a good job." "Boss, you're not dying! The blue fire did something - it healed us. We're all okay. But it's almost midnight! ↗

— L.J. Smith

#humor

I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief ↗

— Euripides

#gratitude