Best grief & black Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Michael [Jackson] reconstructed his face and deconstructed the African features into a spooky European geography of fleshly possibilities, and yet what we couldn't deny, that even as his face got whiter and whiter his music got Blacker and Blacker. His soul got more deeply rooted in the existential agony and the profound social grief that Black people are heir to.”

People Soul Faces Social Black Grief Possibility Profound Deny Features Black People Rooted Agony Existential Geography Heirs Spooky

Author:Michael Eric Dyson

“Grief does not end and love does not die and nothing fills its graven place. With grace, pain is transmuted into the gold of wisdom and compassion and the lesser coin of muted sadness and resignation; but something leaden of it remains, to become the kernel arond which more pain accretes (a black pearl): one pain becomes every other pain ... unless one strips away, one by one, the layers of pain to get to the heart of the pain - and this causes more pain, pain so intense as to feel like evisceration.”

Feels Heart Doe Ends Pain Suffering Dies Causes Black Grief Compassion Grace Sadness Gold And Love Remains Intense Layers Pearls Coins Resignation Kernel Black Pearl

Author:Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

“Why are you not where you belong? / A black hat on a hook says nothing. / Ashes mirror ashes / In a mirroring window.”

Black Grief Window Mirrors Hats Ashes Hook Mirroring Where You Belong Black Hats

Book:Elegy: poems

Source: Elegy: poems

“Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief turning downward through it s black water to the place we cannot breathe will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering the small round coins thrown by those who wished for something else.”

Knows Wells Stills Black Water Grief Secret Darkness Clear Source Cold Drink Rounds Surface Breathe Thrown Slips Coins

Author:David Whyte

“We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or the body of a man, a glad or sorrowful expression, the infinite seas, the wild rocks, the melancholy language of the black trees in the snow, the wild strength of spring flowers and the heavy lethargy of a hot summer day when Pan, our old friend, sleeps and the ghosts of midday whisper. This alone is enough to make us forget the grief of the world, or to give it form.”

“Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a pernicious Fae, Ms. Lane? Have you any idea the value of this rug?” I didn’t think his nostrils could flare any wider. His eyes were black flame. “Pernicious? Good grief, is English your second language? Third?” Only someone who’d learned English from a dictionary would use such a word. “Fifth,” he snarled. “Answer me.”

Thinking Ideas Use Might Eye Values Language Black Answers Grief Thirds Flames His Eyes Flirting Fifth Dictionary Fae Lanes Pernicious Flare

Author:Karen Marie Moning

“Of four infernal rivers that disgorge/ Into the burning Lake their baleful streams;/Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate,/Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;/Cocytus, nam'd of lamentation loud/ Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon/ Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage./ Far off from these a slow and silent stream,/ Lethe the River of Oblivion rolls/ Her wat'ry Labyrinth whereof who drinks,/ Forthwith his former state and being forgets,/ Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.”

“Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and flooded the dim room—a cry of boundless, dark, demanding grief; pitch-black and glabrous as a whale's back and burdened with all the passions of the tides, the memory of voyages beyond counting, the joys, the humiliations: the sea was screaming.”

Littles Long Joy Night Passion Black Memories Dark Rooms Grief Sea Cry Window Ships Tides Thirst Humiliation Horns Counting Voyages Boundless Whales Glitter Frenzy Nectar Conveying Pitch Black

Author:Yukio Mishima

“Her free hand was clenched in a fist. I held still, waiting for her to say something, to tell me she should have never left me here, where her friends might look to me for help. Finally she looked at me. Her eyes were hard, but she'd let no tears fall. "This is where we blame those who are responsible, Cooper, she told me, her voice very soft. "The colemongers, and the bought Dogs at Tradesmen's kennel. We'll leave an offering for him with the Black God when all this is done, and we'll occupy ourselves with tearing these colemongers apart. all right? We put grief aside for now.”

Should Looks Stills Hard Done Helping Hands Might Eye Fall Left Waiting Black Voice Grief Dog Tears Should Have Responsible Blame Offering Dread Her Eyes Fists

Author:Tamora Pierce

“let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.”

Feels Happens Form Black Realizing Loss Grief Fire Regret Like You Sorrow Taste Angel Let Me Fingers Spread Cooks Substance Thick Ashes Dip Dissolving Syrup

Author:Jodi Picoult

“...and motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit screamed, I'm sorry the queen is dead, and I'm going to look fashionable while showing my grief”

Looks Next Black Grief Middle Rose Sorry Suits Spots Queens Designer Formal I'm Sorry Fashionable Middle Aged Rose Hathaway

Book:Spirit Bound: A Vampire Academy Novel

Source: Spirit Bound: A Vampire Academy Novel

“Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.”

Knows Men Play Shows Seems Might Eye Action Together Form Mother Black Grief Shapes Rivers Breaths Mood Suits Woe Not Alone Solemn Cloaks Windy Good Mother Dejected

Author:William Shakespeare

“He caught me stealing his golden phoenix.' Tithonus closed his eyes briefly. 'Good grief!' He opened them again. 'I was half hoping it wasn't true. Have you any idea of the implications?' 'He was mistreating it!' Pyrgus protested. 'Of course he was mistreating it. This is Black Hairstreak we're talking about. He mistreats his own mother. I don't suppose you stole her as well?”

Wells Ideas Eye Mother Courses Black Grief Half Talking Caught Stealing Golden His Eyes Implications Phoenix Mistreat

Author:Herbie Brennan

“The obliterated place is equal parts destruction and creation. The obliterated place is pitch black and bright light. It is water and parched earth. It is mud and it is manna. The real work of deep grief is making a home there.”

Real Home Light Earth Black Water Grief Creation Equal Destruction Mud Real Work Bright Lights Pitch Black Deep Grief

Book:Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Someone Who’s Been There

Source: Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Someone Who’s Been There

“Don't order any black things. Rejoice in his memory; and be radiant: leave grief to the children. Wear violet and purple. Be patient with the poor people who will snivel: they don't know; and they think they will live for ever, which makes death a division instead of a bond.”

People Thinking Knows Children Order Black Memories Poor Grief Patient Division Rejoice Poor People Violet Purple Be Patient Bereavement Rebellious Radiant

Author:George Bernard Shaw

“Sophisticated readers understand that writers work out their anger, their conflicts, their endless grief and rolling list of loss, through their stories. That however mean-spirited or diabolical, it's only a story. That the darkness in the soul is shaped into type and lies there, brooding and inert, black on the page, and active, dangerous, only in the reader's mind. Actually, harmless. I am not harmless.”

Source: A Blind Man Can See How Much I Love You

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