Quotes About Grief

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Cover her face. Mine eyes dazzle. She died young - Duchess. Act 4, Sc.2.

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.

A litter was quickly formed, and Aubrey was laid by the side of her who had lately been to him the object of so many bright and fairy visions, now fallen with the flower of life that had died within her. He knew not what his thoughts were--his mind was benumbed and seemed to shun reflection, and take refuge in vacancy--he held almost unconsciously in his hand a naked dagger of a particular construction, which had been found in the hut.

could think of his daughter only as a very small girl who had once sat beside him in a distant room and looked at him with solemn delight, as a lovely child who long ago had died.

He felt his inadequacy to the goal he had so recklessly chosen and felt the attraction of the world he and abandoned. He grieved for his own loss...

He forgot that anybody was there, and, sobbing, hid his face in his great hands.

Kate refused to go to bed - for if she slept, she would have to wake up, she said, and that she could not bear to do-to face afresh the grief she was as yet so little used to.

Or do Mafeking Night and the rest stand in the place of the secret and personal–in the place of what cannot be told and must perish with us–moments when for no reason that we can understand–a warm evening, the scent of leaves, a cock crowing far away–all the air becomes distended with grief. A moment such as this.

We all like to think we're strong, until we are faced with our own loss.

I don't recognise any of my emotions any more. There's no such thing as plain joy or grief. It's horror and relief and panic and gratitude all jumbled together.

But more often than not the missing face has been sucked into the engines of the Nazi death machine, like an unlucky lapwing hitting the propeller of a Lancaster bomber-nothing left but feathers blowing away in the aircraft's wake, as if those warm wings and beating heart had never existed.

They danced to beat back the fear. They danced after hearing someone else they knew had died in a foreign land or was reported missing in action. They danced to be so exhausted they could sleep. They danced to shut off the voices, the questions, the uncertainty.

Henry knows it won't be a stray bullet for him, like the one that took his father. It'll be a broken heart. The drug overdoses, the traffic accidents, the little boy running into the street after his ball, the old man freezing to death in an alleyway with nowhere else to go. They will erode Paul, like water wearing down stone, until there's nothing left.

A man with no memory is interesting, while a man with sad memories can't be buried fast enough.

what initially attracted her to Daddy, the late

It is Satan's work to fill men's hearts with doubt. He leads them to look upon God as a stern judge. He tempts them to sin, and then to regard themselves as too vile to approach their heavenly Father or to excite His pity. The Lord understands all this. Jesus assures His disciples of God's sympathy for them in their needs and weaknesses. Not a sigh is breathed, not a pain felt, not a grief pierces the soul, but the throb vibrates to the Father's heart.

Alone and friendless, what would be his lot in the strange land to which he was going? For a time Joseph gave himself up to uncontrolled grief and terror. But, in the providence of God, even this experience was to be a blessing to him.

When the Spirit of God is grieved away, every appeal made through the Lord's servants is meaningless to them. They

There's no statute of limitations on missing someone. I'm sure there are still times when it feels like only yesterday." It

'I Know You Care' is really personal and fragile for me. For me, it's about losing a family member and also about a breakup. It's about this idea of losing someone for good.

Courtney leans into Andrea, buries her face in Andrea's shoulder. Andrea pats her daughter's back. Courtney blubbers. Courtney sobs. Courtney wails. It is the best thing that has happened in months.

They were talking about things that didn't matter a fig, not with the huge yawning grief burning a hole in his chest because of what had happened to her. To Josie. His Josie, now.

After finding him in bed with Rosalyn," Linnet's father said. He didn't even sound mournful, just matter-of-fact. "New bed; we'd had it only a week or two." "My sister had many passions," Zenobia said fondly. "I thought you just said she was white as snow!" the viscount snapped back. "None of them touched her soul! She died in a state of grace.