#grief

The ocean-blue bowl won’t refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back from the gaping earth-wounds. There will still come water, chill wind and happy goosebumps, and in the utmost corners of oaks, leaves laughing. ↗

— Bryana Johnson

#grief #nature #nevertheless-come-autumn #poetry #nature

Conner hadn’t liked leaving the gravesite with his father still not buried. But he’d learned from his grandmother’s funeral that you have to go. It’s expected. Nobody hangs around the cemetary. Grief—a little or a lot—is tucked into your pocket and carried away. ↗

— Kathleen Jeffrie Johnson

#grief #death

It is poor solace to speak of the passing of time and grief," the master said. His quiet voice had gone somehow bleak, though Araene could not decide where in his unchanging tone the difference lay. "We do not wish our grief to fade, for it marks the love and honor in which we held our lost kinsmen. Nevertheless, permit me to assure you that while you may find peace a barren desert, yet eventually it may bloom. ↗

— Rachel Neumeier

#grief #death

Why write wrong if the writing won’t right the wrong? (90) ↗

— Sandra M. Gilbert

#grieving #writing #death

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#mourning #sadness #sorrow #suffering #sad

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#grief #loss #mourning #sadness #sorrow

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God! ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#grief #night #crime

The tears I feel today I'll wait to shed tomorrow. Though I'll not sleep this night Nor find surcease from sorrow. My eyes must keep their sight: I dare not be tear-blinded. I must be free to talk Not choked with grief, clear-minded. My mouth cannot betray The anguish that I know. Yes, I'll keep my tears til later: But my grief will never go. ↗

— Anne McCaffrey

#today

Her grief still burdened her, and she knew she would bear it the rest of her days. ↗

— Dana Fuller Ross

#independence

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#sorrow #community