Quotes About Grief

But Draven did love you,' Annabel protested. 'He told you so as he died. Don't diminish his love, now that he's not here to repeat it to you.

I do not diminish his love for me,' Imogen said. 'I would never do that. I know precisely how much he loved me: as much as he was capable of loving any woman, probably. He loved me somewhat...after his stables, perhaps more than his mother.' 'Oh, Imogen,' Annabel said. 'Why dwell on such a-' 'Grief is like that!' Imogen snapped. 'You can only fool yourself so far.

By all accounts Rafe's life had been shattered by the loss of his brother Peter. But whereas she turned away from drink when Draven died, Rafe had simply upended a barrel of brandy on his head and hadn't taken that hat off since.

It's a breath you took too late. It's a death that's worse than fate.

And I'm up while the dawn is breaking, even though my heart is aching. I should be drinking a toast to absent friends instead of these comedians.

There is no limit to suffering.

Retras la Å£ar? dup? moartea fiicei sale Tulia, Cicero, copleÅŸit de mâhnire, îÅŸi adresa lui însuÅŸi scrisori de consolare. Ce p?cat c? nu au fost g?site ÅŸi, mai mult decât atât, ce p?cat c? aceast? terapie nu a devenit curent?! E drept c?, de-ar fi fost adoptat?, religiile d?deau de mult faliment.

Emily Dickinson: «I felt a funeral in my brain».1 Podría añadir, como Mademoiselle de Lespinasse, «en todos los momentos de mi vida». Funeral perpetuo del espíritu.

Deprimarea pe care-o exprim? ochii gorilei. Un mamifer funebru. Din privirea lui m? trag eu.

For all we tell ourselves about not outliving a stillborn babe, instead of clearing out at the first opportunity, we cling, with lunatic energy, to one day more.

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

Trópico se vistió de luto un día, fango tomó color de sangre seca, niebla en neblina erré, la mente hueca, gris en el corazón, alma vacía

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

Let grief distract the sufferer's breast, And night obscure his way; They hasten him to endless rest, And everlasting day.

Why, just what the Quaker said to the Duchess of Buckingham, when he found her, two years after her husband's death, in a darkened room, hung with black, 'What, friend, hast thou not forgiven God Almighty yet?

And that White Sustenance—Despair—

It's like when someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it's sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they've missed in your life. In the world.

In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.

The loss of her is already too much and then there's the other thing – the end of being loved in the way only my sister could love me. What I feel for her survives and that hurts like battery acid every minute, but worse is that what she felt for me died with her. I will never be loved like that again.

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Anyone who's lived has lost somebody.

The menfolk, they die, all right. And it's us women who walk around, like the Bible says, and mourn. The menfolk, they die, and it's over for them, but we women, we have to keep on living and try to forget what they done to us.

She was still there inside me now, just as she always was: a life put on hold, a memory I didn't know how to handle.