Grief
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
I learned that, with grief, you have to take it one day at a time and learn how to find the happiness amid the heartbreak.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
It would be impossible to estimate how much time and energy we invest in trying to fix, change and deny our emotions — especially the ones that shake us at our very core, like hurt, jealousy, loneliness, shame, rage and grief.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
Social media forces girls to bear witness to painful realities of relationship that were previously hidden from view. It is a new kind of TMI, or 'too much information': publicly posted photographs of an outing or party you did not attend, or a personal web page like Formspring, can send a girl into paroxysms of anxiety and grief.
None of us are immune to grief, and everyone who has suffered loss understands that grief changes, but you never wake up one morning and you've moved on. It stays with you, and, you know, you ebb and flow.
Grief changes shape, but it never ends.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.
Your grief path is yours alone, and no one else can walk it, and no one else can understand it.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief, regret and depression. Do not repeat them in the future.
Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.
Grief is never something you get over. You don't wake up one morning and say, 'I've conquered that; now I'm moving on.' It's something that walks beside you every day. And if you can learn how to manage it and honour the person that you miss, you can take something that is incredibly sad and have some form of positivity.
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