“When a man's eyes are sore his friends do not let him finger them, however much he wishes to, nor do they themselves touch the inflammation: But a man sunk in grief suffers every chance comer to stir and augment his affliction like a running sore; and by reason of the fingering and consequent irritation it hardens into a serious and intractable evil.” MenReasonEyeRunningSufferingEvilWishChanceGriefSeriousFingersAfflictionIrritation Author:Plutarch
“Let'sss just kill him," said the shorter Ra'zac. "He has caused us much grief." The taller one ran his finger down his sword. "A good plan. But remember, the king's instructions were to keep them alive." -from Eragon, Chapter Title: The Ra'zac's Revenge.” SaidRememberGriefAlivePlansKingsFingersRevengeTitlesRanInstructionChaptersEragon Book:The Inheritance Cycle Complete Collection: Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, Inheritance Source: The Inheritance Cycle Complete Collection: Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, Inheritance
“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.” FeelsHappensFormBlackRealizingLossGriefFireRegretLike YouSorrowTasteAngelLet MeFingersSpreadCooksSubstanceThickAshesDipDissolvingSyrup Author:Jodi Picoult
“Grief, I swear to God, doesn't live in the heart. It lives in the senses. And sometimes, all I want to do is cut off my nose so I can't smell her, hack my fingers off at the joint.” WantHeartI CanSometimesGriefCuttingFingersSmellSensesNosesSwearJointsHacksSwear To God Author:Dennis Lehane
“Gardening is akin to writing stories. No experience could have taught me more about grief or flowers, about achieving survival by going, your fingers in the ground, the limit of physical exhaustion.” WritingStoriesGriefAchieveTaughtFlowerLimitsSurvivalGardenFingersGardeningExhaustionWriting Stories Author:Eudora Welty
“Everything in his life had come down to the sensation of her fingers against his. The person he was, the history he carried within himself, every joy and grief he had ever experienced, slipped way like an irrelevant garment. He was nothing but skin, speaking to another skin, and between the skins there was no need to find any words.” WayNeedsPersonsJoyGriefSkinsFingersSensationsIrrelevantGarmentsJoy And Grief Author:Kate Grenville
“And then, into the fantasy, as into a dream, would come the thought: it's not like this anymore; the world has changed. Just the way, even at that time fully two years after my mother's death, I'd catch myself thinking about her as alive; and would suddenly remember, an admonitory finger of grief upon my breast, that she was gone.” ThinkingWorldWayYearsTwoDreamRememberMotherGriefFantasyGoneAliveChangedFingersBreastsTwo YearsThinking About Her Author:Claire Messud