#grief

Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#end #finality #grief #richelle #richelle-goodrich

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear. ↗

— Lord Byron

#gathering #greatest #grief #grieve #i

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief. ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#sorrow #time #funny

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#friendship

She fit her head under his chin, and he could feel her weight settle into him. He held her tight and words spilled out of him without prior composition. And this time he made no effort to clamp them off. He told her about the first time he had looked on the back of her neck as she sat in the church pew. Of the feeling that had never let go of him since. He talked to her of the great waste of years between then and now. A long time gone. And it was pointless, he said, to think how those years could have been put to better use, for he could hardly have put them to worse. There was no recovering them now. You could grieve endlessly for the loss of time and the damage done therein. For the dead, and for your own lost self. But what the wisdom of the ages says is that we do well not to grieve on and on. And those old ones knew a thing or two and had some truth to tell, Inman said, for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you are. All your grief hasn't changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost. You're left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not. But if you go on, it's knowing you carry your scars with you. Nevertheless, over all those wasted years, he had held in his mind the wish to kiss her on the back of her neck, and now he had done it. There was a redemption of some kind, he believed, in such complete fulfillment of a desire so long deferred. ↗

— Charles Frazier

#love #separation #war #age

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love. ↗

— Kristina McMorris

#grief #loss #mourning #tragedy #war

...grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. ...It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#missing #rosamund-lupton #sister #love

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#death #grief #hurt #life #death

To weep is to make less the depth of grief. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#grief #sorrow #shakespeare

(...) and then I realized there was no one else to call, which was the saddest thing. The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death was Augustus Water. ↗

— John Green

#friendship #grief #love #death