#grief

We all think when we’re young that we want excitement and highs and passion. To hell with ordinary.” I smiled and she chuckled. “But when we find ourselves in these adult bodies,” she said. “When we wise up a little, or get slapped in the face by life, we realize we just want all things to be equal.” She put the heels of her hands together near her heart like the Yoga prayer position. “And we want to understand them better. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #grief #laura-anderson-kurk #meg-kavanagh #relationships

I only really fake it anymore with sommeliers who are being really snotty to me and I don't want to take their grief and so I try to do something to kind of throw them off or put them on the defensive, even if I don't know what I'm talking about. ↗

— Alton Brown

#anymore #being #defensive #even #fake

Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates. ↗

— Jean de la Bruyere

#compared #grief #happiness #hates #life

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#dividing #doubling #grief #happiness #improves

I like pubs too, but it's hard for me to go and get proper bladdered in the way I used to. I don't want to moan about being recognised but I do get a bit of grief sometimes. ↗

— Alan Davies

#being #bit #get #go #grief

My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#burnt #could #else #every #feeling

Grief causes suffering and disease. ↗

— Daniel D. Palmer

#disease #grief #suffering

I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it. ↗

— Hugh Leonard

#difficult #feel #grief #i #i feel

If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble. ↗

— Moliere

#grief #much #redouble #suppress #too

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain. ↗

— Christopher Morley

#behind #ever #fleeting #gift #grief