#grief

Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, expels diseases, softens every pain, subdues the rage of poison, and the plague. ↗

— John Armstrong

#each #every #exalts #grief #joy

He that is thy friend indeed, he will help thee in thy need: if thou sorrow, he will weep; if you wake, he cannot sleep; thus of every grief in heart he with thee doth bear a part. ↗

— Richard Barnfield

#cannot #doth #every #friend #grief

...nor can we know ahead of the fact the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaningless itself. ↗

— Joan Didion

#meaningless #void #experience

Grief is the price we pay for love. ↗

— Elizabeth II

#love #pay #price

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage. ↗

— Paul Engle

#bled #delight #drip #grief #head

Take any emotion—love for a woman, or grief for a loved one, or what I’m going through, fear and pain from a deadly illness. If you hold back on the emotions—if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them—you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. “But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, ‘All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment’. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#detachment #emotions #grief #life #love

Few of us will forget the wail of mingled grief, rage and horror which rose from the camp when the Indians returned to it and recognized their slaughtered warriors, women, and children. ↗

— John Gibbon

#children #few #forget #grief #horror

It seemed like a mistake. And mistakes ought to be rectified, only this one couldn't be. Between the way things used to be and the way they were now was a void that couldn't be crossed. I had to find an explanation other than the real one, which was that we were no more immune to misfortune than anybody else, and the idea that kept recurring to me...was that I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn't have gone through and couldn't get back to the place I hadn't meant to leave. Actually, it was other way round: I hadn't gone anywhere and nothing was changed, so far as the roof over our heads was concerned, it was just that she was in the cemetery. ↗

— William Maxwell

#change

No matter how long it takes to heal...we share the same scars... ↗

— Daniel Yanez

#healing-the-emotiinal-self #inspirational-attitude #scars #attitude

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

— Robin Romm

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