Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
As a child I had dealt with a lot of loss and grief. I was constantly losing my parents, losing my home, constantly moving around, living with this stranger, that stepfather, or whatever.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death.
I like big doses of grief when I read: Richard Yates, Flannery O'Connor, Kenzabaro Oe, Thomas Bernhard.
After an eternity of seeking the sudden threshold of seeing and finding leaves one filled with a strange paradox of ecstasy and grief. I was born to see.
Rejection is one of the worse forms of pain. Loss is the worst. Grief haunts until you allow yourself to move on.
To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.
[F]or grief is felt not so much for the want of what we have never known, as for the loss of that to which we have been long accustomed.
There are stages we all go through when dealing with character deaths. Grief. Anger. Denial. Laughter. Coulson.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
What were you going to make for Christmas dinner?” one of my older children asked in a very reasonable tone. I cleared my throat, but couldn’t speak. There was no real explanation for my behavior. I’d been so intent on getting through this firs...
A lot of things are inherent in life -change, birth, death, aging, illness, accidents, calamities, and losses of all kinds- but these events don't have to be the cause of ongoing suffering. Yes, these events cause grief and sadness, but grief and sad...
I’ve been moving a little to the music while I worked …and then I realize I am actually dancing. It feels wonderful, though I can feel how stiff my muscles are, how rigidly I’ve been holding myself…Mostly I’ve been moving cautiously, numbly...
The best cure for one's own grief and pain was worrying about the well-being of someone else.
Love is a debt, she thought. When the bill comes, you pay in grief.
But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.
Shadowed beneath his brow bone were cold dark eyes containing secrets and sadness, bitterness and grief.
The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.
Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.
