#grief

The ticking of the clock has gotten so loud." - 74 ↗

— Robin Romm

#death-of-a-loved-one #grief #death

Going through the grief period of my dad and losing him - that was the worst thing because you know when you get that call. When you are seven, eight years old, you have that almost vision in your mind of what that's going to be like and what your going to feel like and it doesn't prepare you. ↗

— Richie Sambora

#because #call #dad #eight #feel

Learning about all those different things psychologically - about grief and my own addictions and problems and stuff like that, and really getting an education on it, I think it was part of the process of it, learning about it and trying to lick it. ↗

— Richie Sambora

#addictions #different #different things #education #getting

Parables, yes. We here are to lead life with woe. Tasting bitter. the Tai Chi instructor ↗

— Lynne Sharon Schwartz

#grief #parables #sorrow #tai-chi #life

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die. ↗

— Karl Shapiro

#blow #chart #die #eyes #face

Love is a debt, she thought. When the bill comes, you pay in grief. ↗

— Mary Doria Russell

#love #love

Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray. When I tried to stand again, I couldn't move, my legs were utterly rigid. Does grief change you like that? Through the birches, I could see the pond. The sun was cutting small white holes in the water. I got up finally; I walked down to the pond. I stood there, brushing the grass from my skirt, watching myself, like a girl after her first lover turning slowly at the bathroom mirror, naked, looking for a sign. But nakedness in women is always a pose. I was not transfigured. I would never be free. ↗

— Louise Glück

#poetry #change

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#grief

Psychoanalysis is often about turning our ghosts into ancestors, even for patients who have not lost loved ones to death. We are often haunted by important relationships from the past that influence us unconsciously in the present. As we work them through, they go from haunting us to becoming simply part of our history. (243) ↗

— Norman Doidge

#death #ghosts #grief #healing-the-past #loss

Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#love-faith-in-god #faith