#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

Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

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It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief. ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#sorrow #time #funny

Politicians... talk in generalities and lies, and I think they've caused all our grief. They're so awful, they're really funny. I hate thinking this because my dad loved politics. ↗

— Paul Lynde

#because #caused #dad #funny #generalities

The fact is that a man who wants to act virtuously in every way necessarily comes to grief among so many who are not virtuous. ↗

— Niccolo Machiavelli

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Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's more than either, the grief and sin of idleness. ↗

— Herman Melville

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Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#change #griefs #heals #longer #more

I think you have to deal with grief in the sense that you have to recognize that you have it, and say that it's OK to have all the sadness. ↗

— Ann Richards

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It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#baldness #foolish #grief #hair #less

The moonlight rained down on the beach as if to shine a spotlight on my solitude, and I wanted to cry out at it, ‘Why did you take her? You, surrounded by all of your twinkling stars and infinite wonders and darkness. There’s already enough beauty where you are. ↗

— Rachael Wade

#closure #death #denial #grief #loss