“Only to two or three persons in all the world are the reminiscences of a man's early youth interesting: to the parent who nursed him; to the fond wife or child mayhap afterwards who loves him; to himself always and supremely--whatever may be his actual prosperity or ill fortune, his present age, illness, difficulties, renown, or disappointments--the dawn of his life still shines brightly for him, the early griefs and delights and attachments remain with him ever faithful and dear.” MenWorldMayChildrenPersonsStillsTwoAgeThreeParentInterestingGriefWifeChildhoodYouthDifficultyShiningFortuneDearIllIllnessDisappointmentProsperityDelightDawnFaithfulAttachmentRenown Author:William Makepeace Thackeray
“Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere.” HardLyingSpeakHeavenGriefCryMinesStonesDearGrievingSpheresDarling Author:Petrarch
“The only thing that's real in any universe [is] that brilliant fire of Love that burns to the exclusion of everything else. As we recognize the presence of Love, we break through the wall of grief that would try to convince us that the dear soul with whom we have learned and loved so much no longer exists, or that she or he cannot speak with us. There is no wall that Love cannot vaporize. We may believe in death, Love doesn't.” TryingBelieveMayRealSoulUniverseSpeakGriefBreakFireWallDearBrilliantConvinceExclusionBreak ThroughConvince UsFire Of LovePresence Of Love Author:Richard Bach
“to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.” ThinkingBodyHandsEyeFacesHopeWaterGriefAirLove YouAcceptanceFitPaperWeightFilledDearHeavyFleshHeatLove LifeThroatStomachCharmingPalmsVioletLungsObesityYou AgainTropicalCharming Smile Author:Ellen Bass
“But it is possible, it is possible: the old grief, by a great mystery of human life, gradually passes into quiet, tender joy; instead of young, ebullient blood comes a mild, serene old age: I bless the sun's rising each day and my heart sings to it as before, but now I love its setting even more, its long slanting rays, and with them quiet, mild, tender memories, dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life--and over all is God's truth, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving!” HumansHeartLongWholeAgeMovingYoungJoyMemoriesGriefSunMysteryBloodMy HeartQuietBlessedForgivingDearSettingOld AgeSettingsHuman LifeRisingEach DayBlessRaysSereneBlessed Life Author:Fyodor Dostoevsky
“It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.” LifeMayMatterSeemsGriefImpossibleGoes OnDearGoing AwayOverwhelmingLost Love Author:Nicholas Sparks
“There are those among you who, although young, have already suffered a full measure of grief and sorrow. My heart is filled with compassion and love for you. How dear you are to the Church. How beloved you are of your Heavenly Father. Though it may seem that you are alone, angels attend you. Though you may feel that no one can understand the depth of your despair, our Savior, Jesus Christ, understands. He suffered more than we can possibly imagine, and He did it for us; He did it for you. You are not alone.” FeelsHeartMaySeemsYoungFatherJesusChristChurchGriefCompassionImagineMy HeartSorrowDespairAngelJesus ChristAnd LoveFilledDepthDearBelovedHeavenlySaviorNot AloneHeavenly FatherSavior Jesus Author:Dieter F. Uchtdorf
“And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise. This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind.” KindSeemsHouseGriefToo MuchSorrowBlessingDearObviousTrialsBitterDisguiseBlessings In Disguise Book:The Importance of Being Earnest Source: The Importance of Being Earnest
“Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.” YearsHeartLittlesI CanNightTurnsGriefGoneSeaMy HeartSorrowShapesSingingBirdMercyDearBitterStaringSilverPensSpellsWearyLeafsWoeShiftingWrapsCordsLovelinessRacks Book:Not So Deep as a Well Source: Not So Deep as a Well
“Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.” GivingHeartAsksGriefArmsPromiseDearInstructionI PromiseFate In The IliadRage From The IliadAchilles FateDear Heart Book:Iliad Source: Iliad
“Sweetheart, when you walk my way, Be it dark or be it day; Dreary winter, fairy May, I shall know and greet you. For each day of grief or grace Brings you nearer my embrace; Love hath fashioned your dear face, I shall know you when I meet you.” KnowsWayLifeMayFacesDarkWalksGriefGraceEmbraceWinterDearMy WayFairyEach DayDrearySweetheart Author:Frank Lebby Stanton