#grief

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#chronic #console #finds #fresh #grief

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#again #bid #days #death #echo

But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels... ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#love

The only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that? Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn't feel like anything anymore. ↗

— Ann Hood

#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

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it. ↗

— Joe L. Wheeler

#grief #loss #love #love

Remember that grief is a necessary pain. It’s your only way to heal. To starve it will destroy you.”~The Grimoire ↗

— S.M. Boyce

#healing #love #pain #love

The way I pictured it, all this grief would be like a winter night when you're standing outside. You'll warm up once you get used to the cold. Except after you've been out there for awhile, you feel the warmth draining out of you and you realize the opposite is happening; you're getting colder and colder, as the body heat you brought outside with you seeps out of your skin. Instead of getting used to it, you get weaker the longer you endure it. ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#love