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“The source of each accordant strain Lies deeper than the Poet's brain. First from the people's heart must spring The passions which he learns to sing; They are the wind, the harp is he, To voice their fitful melody,-- The language of their varying fate, Their pride, grief, love, ambition, hate,-- The talisman which holds inwrought The touchstone of the listener's thought; That penetrates each vain disguise, And brings his secret to his eyes.”

Source: The Poems

“I realized with grief that purposeless activities in language arts are probably the burial grounds of language development and that coffins can be found in most classrooms, including mine.”

Art Found Language Grief Education Mines Development Activity Including I Realized Classroom Coffins Burial Language Arts Language Development

Author:Mem Fox

“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.”

“I concentrate on character, theme, language, structure, voice. It actually surprises me that no matter what I write, people declare it "intently political." I'm just writing about the world I know, as it is. Wounds and griefs included.”

People Knows World Writing Matter Character Political Language Voice Grief No Matter What Structure Surprise Wounds Theme Surprise Me

Author:Barbara Kingsolver

“The Language of Sand has something for everyone: myths, mystery, community, humor, grief, and ultimately healing. I found myself not only rooting for Abigail but for the whole community of Chapel Isle. Block manages to hold sass and heartfelt emotion in perfect equilibrium.”

Whole Found Language Community Perfect Grief Emotion Healing Mystery Myth Block Manage Sand Equilibrium Heartfelt Chapel Isle Sass Abigail

Author:Brunonia Barry

“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.”

“Language can also be play and music and beauty and desire and grief and rage and truth without always having to be message-driven or purely functional. Moving away from "useful" doesn't mean it isn't necessary. You can still need poetry while also needing money or food or physical health.”

Mean Moving Desire Language Grief Rage Physical Health Moving Away

Author:Ada Limon

“Tears are the silent language of grief.”

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“I think of the chimp, the one with the talking hands. In the course of the experiment, that chimp had a baby. Imagine how her trainers must have thrilled when the mother, without prompting, began to sign her newborn. Baby, drink milk. Baby, play ball. And when the baby died, the mother stood over the body, her wrinkled hands moving with animal grace, forming again and again the words: Baby, come hug, Baby come hug, fluent now in the language of grief.”

Source: The Collected Stories of Amy Hempel

“And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human can bear to know it. And perhaps the description of this, brief as it is, may give consolation to another. The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass. The truth is, you cannot prepare anyone for this, nor convey an understanding of it through language. It must be known. And this I would wish on no one in the world.”

Source: New Tales of the Vampires: includes Pandora and Vittorio the Vampire

“There are all sorts of experiences we can't really put a name to...The birth of a child, for one. Or the death of a parent. Falling in love. Words are like nets--we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, grief, or wonder. Finding God is like that, too. If it's happened to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else--and language only takes you so far.”

Ifs Knows Feels Trying Mean Children Joy Fall Names Language Parent Grief Wonder Happened Birth Findings Falling In Love Finding God Birth Of A Child

Author:Jodi Picoult

“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

“I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.”

Feels Heart Soul Sometimes Use Pain Lying Language Given Sin Grief Brain Half Cold Exercise Clothes Dull Weed Mechanic Wraps Outlines Narcotics Numbing Heart And Brain

Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson

“The only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that? Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn't feel like anything anymore.”

Knows Feels Said Speak Language Grief Love You

Book:The Knitting Circle

Source: The Knitting Circle

“That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.”

Hard Wanted Language Grief Grieving Spokes Hard Things

Book:The Truth About Forever

Source: The Truth About Forever

“You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence, or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets, and this sadness I feel has taken from me the taste of language, so that I cannot say the flavor of my being apart.”

Feels Mind Soul Left Language Grief Existence Taken Sadness Sky Taste Angel Absence Prophet Flavor Weeping Mourn

Author:Rumi

“At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.”

Pain Language Memories Grief Tongue Vain Vocabulary Wags

Book:The Inferno: A Verse Rendering for the Modern Reader by John Ciardi

Source: The Inferno: A Verse Rendering for the Modern Reader by John Ciardi

“What do you say? There really are no words for that. There really aren't. Somebody tries to say, 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' People say that to me. There's no language for it. Sorry doesn't do it. I think you should just hug people and mop their floor or something.”

People Thinking Should Trying Language Grief Sorry Hug I'm Sorry I'm So Sorry

Author:Toni Morrison

“I wondered if all of us churchgoers were just exhausted by grief. For the dying priest and us, I thought, "God" always refused to become glorious, instead stubbornly remaining plain, a headache, a sorrowful knot of language.”

Ifs Suffering Language Grief Dying Sorrow Glorious Priests Exhausted Knots Headache Sorrowful

Author:Virginia Heffernan

“An astonishing book. In compelling language, both homely and elegant, Young Men and Fire miraculously combines a fascinating primer on fires and firefighting, a powerful, breathtakingly real reconstruction of a tragedy, and a meditation on writing, grief and human character.... Maclean's last book will stir your heart and haunt your memory.”