#grief

If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself. ↗

— Horace

#first #first of all #grief #me #must

Grief causes you to leave yourself. You step outside your narrow little pelt. And you can’t feel grief unless you’ve had love before it - grief is the final outcome of love, because it’s love lost. […] It’s the cycle of love completed: to love, to lose, to feel grief, to leave, and then to love again. Grief is the awareness that you will have to be alone, and there is nothing beyond that because being alone is the ultimate final destiny of each individual living creature. That’s what death is, the great loneliness. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#death

There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#grief #loss #love #death

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#beauty #cherishing #grace #grief #hurt

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not. ↗

— Xenophon

#dead #excess #grief #injury #know

The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom. ↗

— Khalil Gibran

#came #consider #gloom #god #grief

For a kid who's lost his mom and all the rage and grief that no one was able to talk out of me, football was a very therapeutic sport. Very. ↗

— Jon Hamm

#football #grief #his #kid #lost

My mother's last word to me clanks inside me like an iron bell that someone beats at dinnertime: love, love, love, love, love. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

#beauty

It's better to keep grief inside. Grief inside works like bees or ants, building curious and perfect structures, complicating you. Grief outside means you want something from someone, and chances are good you won't get it. ↗

— Hilary Thayer Hamann

#hilarious

My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves another. Jo taught me what that meant. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #creativity #dating #death #family