#grief

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb. ↗

— Samuel Daniel

#come #dumb #griefs #his #light

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief? ↗

— William Blake

#grief #i #i see #kind #relief

Of course, I also hear from critics who detest what I do, and while sometimes I feel rather proud of having made various the loathsome people or groups angry, at other times I wonder why I put up with such grief. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#angry #course #critics #detest #feel

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy. ↗

— Chanakya

#attached #attachment #be happy #discard #experiences

They'd crossed over to that continent where grieving parents lived. It looked the same as the rest of the world, but wasn't. Colors bled pale. Music was just notes. Books no longer transported or comforted, not fully. Never again. Food was nutrition, little more. Breaths were sighs. And they knew something the rest didn't. They knew how lucky the rest of the world was. ↗

— Louise Penny

#food

My heart is so light that it's amazing. I get to play all this grief, all this loss, all this disaster and chaos. It's hysterically funny. I am very light. ↗

— Linda Hamilton

#amazing #chaos #disaster #funny #get

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#linger #loss #love #pain #separation

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#life #life

(on grief) And you do come out of it, that’s true. After a year, after five. But you don’t come out of it like a train coming out of a tunnel, bursting through the downs into sunshine and that swift, rattling descent to the Channel; you come out of it as a gull comes out of an oil-slick. You are tarred and feathered for life. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#life

My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#discouragement #giving-up #grief #hopelessness #resignation