“Oh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change around; it incorporates itself with all living nature; it finds sustenance in every object; as light, it fills all things, and, like light, it gives its own colors to all.” GivingLightFormGriefObjectsColorAll ThingsFantasticWoeSustenance Book:The last man, by the author of Frankenstein Source: The last man, by the author of Frankenstein
“In I Praise My Destroyer, Diane Ackerman demonstrates once again her love for the specific language that rises from the juncture of self and the natural world, and her skillful use of that language. Whether she turns her attention to the act of eating an apricot 'the color of shame and dawn,' or to 'the omnipotence of light,' or to grief when 'All the greens of summer have blown apart,' her linking of unique images, her energetic wit and whimsy, her compassionate investment in life, always bring new pleasures and perceptions to the reader.” WorldSelfUseLightTurnsLanguageNaturalPleasureGriefAttentionColorReaderPerceptionEatingSummerUniquePraiseShameInvestmentWitDawnCompassionateNatural WorldEnergeticSkillfulDestroyersOmnipotenceWhimsyJunctureApricots Author:Pattiann Rogers
“Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth.” ThinkingChildrenHandsEarthParentLossGriefDivineColorFlowerOur ChildrenYour ChildrenTouchedShadeThink Of YouBloomingWitheredParent ChildLoss Of A Parent Author:Richard Hooker
“Evolution tells us how to survive; art tells us how it's possible still to live even while knowing that we and all we love will someday vanish. It says there's beauty even in grief, freedom even inside the strictures of form and of life. What's liberating isn't what's simplest; it's the ability to include more and more shadows, colors and possibilities inside any moment's meeting of self and world.” WorldArtStillsSelfMomentsFormAbilityGriefKnowingPossibilityColorEvolutionShadowMeetingsSomedaySimplestLiberating Author:Jane Hirshfield
“The Bible goes equally to the cottage of the peasant, and the palace of the king. - It is woven into literature, and colors the talk of the street. The bark of the merchant cannot sail without it; and no ship of war goes to the conflict but it is there. It enters men's closets; directs their conduct, and mingles in all the grief and cheerfulness of life.” MenWarLiteratureGriefStreetsColorKingsConflictShipsSailClosetsPalacesPeasantsWovenCheerfulnessBarkMerchantsCottages Author:Theodore Parker