Best grief & rooms Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Grief is just so scary.... If we finally begin to cry all those suppressed tears, they will surely wash us away like the Mississippi River. That's what our parents told us. We got sent to our rooms for having huge feelings. In my family, if you cried or got angry, you didn't get dinner.”

Ifs Feelings Parent Rooms Grief Cry Tears Huge Rivers My Family Angry Scary Dinner Cried Mississippi Mississippi River

Author:Anne Lamott

“Self carries grief as a pack mule carries the side bags, being careful between the trees to leave extra room.”

Self Sides Rooms Grief Tree Careful Extras Bags Carrie Packs Mules

Author:Jane Hirshfield

“There are some women in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else. Love is scarcely felt before duty rushes to encase it, anger impossible because one must always be calm and see both sides, pity evaporates in expedients, even grief is felt as a sort of bruised sense of injury, a resentment that one should have grief forced upon one when one has always acted for the best.”

Should Littles Felt Sides Love Is Rooms Grief Impossible Duty Conscience Should Have Calm Pity Injury Resentment Both Sides Bruised

Book:Selected Stories

Source: Selected Stories

“We are capable of suffering with our world, and that is the true meaning of compassion. It enables us to recognize our profound interconnectedness with all beings. Don't ever apologize for crying for the trees burning in the Amazon or over the waters polluted from mines in the Rockies. Don't apologize for the sorrow, grief, and rage you feel. It is a measure of your humanity and your maturity. It is a measure of your open heart, and as your heart breaks open there will be room for the world to heal. That is what is happening as we see people honestly confronting the sorrows of our time.”

“You don't get rich, you don't often have much fun. Sometimes you get beaten up or shot at or tossed into the jail house. Once in a long while you get dead. Every other month you decide to give it up and find some sensible occupation while you can still walk without shaking your head. Then the door buzzer rings and you open the inner door to the waiting room and there stands a new face with a new problem, a new load of grief, and a small piece of money.”

Source: The Long Goodbye: A Novel

“I surrender it to God, knowing that the pain itself is a product or a reflection of how I am interpreting whatever it is that is causing me pain. Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief. I try to be kinder to myself. I give myself time to move through and to process whatever is making me sad.”

Giving Trying Humans Pain Moving Process Rooms Grief Existence Knowing Products Honor Normal Reflection Surrender God Knows Human Existence Kinder Interpreting

Author:Marianne Williamson

“Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for.”

Trying Humans Pain Rooms Grief Existence Normal Human Existence

Author:Marianne Williamson

“How does God teach me love? By putting me around unlovely people. How does God teach me joy in the middle of grief? Not happiness, which is based on happenings. How does God teach me peace? Not when I am out fishing and everything is going my way and it doesn't get better than this. But in the middle of chaos. How does God teach me patience? By putting me in His waiting room.”

People Way Doe Joy Waiting Rooms Grief Teach Middle Happenings Chaos My Way Get Better Fishing Waiting Rooms

Author:Rick Warren

“Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.”

“Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.”

Source: Memoirs Of A Geisha

“But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in – then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.”

Way Long Moments Home Able Speak Voice Rooms Grief Gone Fields Sitting Woods Breathing Damage Present Moment That Moment Avoiding Closets Abyss

Author:Anne Lamott

“He felt full of a dense and sour substance that was blocking his chest, and it wasn't grief. After all those years, life now seemed like no more than a trap, a maze, not even a maze, just a room that was all walls, no door.”

Years Felt Rooms Grief Doors Wall Block Substance Chests Traps Sour Dense Mazes

Author:Etgar Keret

“Afterward, I curl around her. We lie in silence until darkness falls, and then, haltingly, she begins to talk...She speaks without need or even room for response, so I simply hold her and stroke her hair. She talks of the pain, grief, and horror of the past four years; of learning to cope with being the wife of a man so violent and unpredictable his touch made her skin crawl and of thinking, until quite recently, that she'd finally managed to do that. And then, finally, of how my appearance had forced her to realize she hadn't learned to cope at all.”

Thinking Men Needs Years Made Pain Past Lying Fall Speak Realizing Rooms Grief Silence Darkness Four Wife Hair Horror Skins Response Appearance Violent Four Years Strokes Unpredictable Curls

Author:Sara Gruen

“She sat in her room on the couch my parents had given up on and worked on hardening herself. Take deep breaths and hold them. Try to stay still for longer and longer periods of time. Make yourself small and like a stone. Curl the edges of yourself up and fold them under where no one can see. ~pg 29, Susie's sister Lindsey dealing with grief.”

Trying Stills Given Parent Rooms Grief Periods Stones Breaths Edges Sat Folds Given Up Couches Curls Deep Breath

Author:Alice Sebold

“Happiness--a small-scale, endearing, harmonious happiness--surely dwelt here beneath the low-powered lamps in the tiny rooms of these houses. A small-scale happiness and a modest harmony: let a man cry out, let him rage, let him howl with grief with all the power of which he was capable, what more than these could he ever hope to gain in this life?”

Men House Rooms Grief Cry Capable Lows Gains Harmony Rage Tiny Scales This Life Modest Lamps Harmonious Howl Endearing

Book:The waiting years

Source: The waiting years

“But it was not the room’s disorder which was frightening; it was the fact that when one began searching for the key to this disorder, one realized that it was not to be found in any of the usual places. For this was not a matter of habit or circumstance or temperament; it was a matter of punishment and grief.”

Matter Facts Found Rooms Grief Keys Habit Circumstances Punishment Disorder Usual Frightening Temperament

Author:James A. Baldwin

“Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form”

Looks Children Remember Form Lying Stuff Walks Rooms Grief Bed Repeats Up And Down Absent Gracious Garments Remember Me Vacant

Author:William Shakespeare

“And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.”

Way Might Rooms Grief Moved Shock

Book:The Pilot's Wife

Source: The Pilot's Wife

“Sara waited a respectful time, knowing there was nothing she could do to ease the woman's pain. Grief was a place, Sara understood, where a person went alone. It was like a room without doors, and what happened in that room, all the anger and the pain you felt, was meant to stay there, nobody's business but yours.”

Persons Pain Felt Rooms Grief Knowing Happened Doors Understood Ease Respectful

Book:The Passage: A Novel (Book One of The Passage Trilogy)

Source: The Passage: A Novel (Book One of The Passage Trilogy)

“I loved you!” he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. “I loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me!” The change in his features also caught me by surprise. His voice filled the room. So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian. He strode toward me, hand clasped over his chest. “I. Loved. You. And you used me the whole time.”

Wells Heart Whole Hands Might Used Voice Rooms Grief Saws My Heart Filled Surprise Caught Destroyed Features Chairs Chests Usual Ripped I Loved You

Author:Richelle Mead

“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

“New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.”

Feels Believe Whole Stories Hurt Rooms Grief Forever Air Missing Endure Don't Believe Absence More Time Filling Reminders Passing Away Grievers

Book:Jayber Crow: A Novel

Source: Jayber Crow: A Novel

“When I'm with him, there is someone with me in my house of grief, someone who knows its architecture as I do, who can walk with me, from room to sorrowful room, making the whole rambling structure of wind and emptiness not quite as scary, as lonely as it was before.”

Knows Whole House Walks Rooms Grief Wind Lonely Structure Scary Architecture Emptiness Sorrowful Rambling Walk With Me

Book:The Sky Is Everywhere

Source: The Sky Is Everywhere

“Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception. There were times I stayed in my room for days on end with headphones on, if only so that I would not have to listen to my mother cry. There were the weeks that my father worked round-the-clock shifts, so that he wouldn't have to come home to a house that felt too big for us.”

Ifs Ends Home Bigs Happens Mother Father House Felt Rooms Grief Week Cry Band Rounds Aids Curious Clock Exception Coming Home Layers Household Ripped Headphones Band Aid

Book:My Sister's Keeper: A Novel

Source: My Sister's Keeper: A Novel

“If, on thinking this, I look up to see if reality can quench my thirst, I see inexpressive facades, inexpressive faces, inexpressive gestures. Stones, bodies, ideas - all dead. All movements are one great standstill. Nothing means anything to me, not because it's unfamiliar but because I don't know what it is. The world has slipped away. And in the bottom of my soul - as the only reality of this moment - there's an intense and invisible grief, a sadness like the sound of someone crying in a dark room.”

“I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.”

Men Problem Rooms Grief Solve Therapists

Book:Wild: A Journey from Lost to Found

Source: Wild: A Journey from Lost to Found

“It is commonly supposed that the uniformity of a studious life affords no matter for narration: but the truth is, that of the most studious life a great part passes without study. An author partakes of the common condition of humanity; he is born and married like another man; he has hopes and fears, expectations and disappointments, griefs and joys, and friends and enemies, like a courtier or a statesman; nor can I conceive why his affairs shuld not excite curiosity as much as the whisper of a drawing-room, or the factions of a camp.”

Source: The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.: D., with an Essay on His Life and Genius

“Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.”

Firsts Made Hard Three Rooms Grief Hell Months Six Defeat Six Months Three Months Newborn

Book:Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel

Source: Sisterhood Everlasting (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants): A Novel

“All a person does in a moment of suffering is to suffer. There is not room for anything else.”

Persons Doe Moments Suffering Rooms Grief Sorrow

Book:Notes from a Turkish Whorehouse

Source: Notes from a Turkish Whorehouse

“Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women, kitchen of love, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers.”

Men Sometimes Mother Love Is Rooms Grief He Man Keys Kitchen Apathy Locked Bedroom Bathroom Hammers

Author:Warsan Shire

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