#grief

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

In our culture I think most people think of grief as sadness, and that's certainly part of it, a large part of it, but there's also this thorniness, these edges that come out. ↗

— Anthony Rapp

#certainly #come #culture #edges #grief

They are the silent griefs which cut the heart-strings. ↗

— John Ford

#griefs #silent #which

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by. ↗

— Franz Schubert

#each #feels #grief #imagine #joy

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

The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island. ↗

— John Millington Synge

#contain #death #eighty #every #grief

But I understood, now, that we don’t live only for ourselves. We’re connected by millions of shared experiences and dreams and nightmares, all tied together with compassion. I learned that even when we’re going through our darkest winter, spring is waiting to appear. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#grief #healing #laura-anderson-kurk #love #romance

Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#difficulties #grief #hardships #holding-hands #life

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