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“While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.”

Soul Eye Lying Night Grief Half Bird Sight Rounds My Soul Shade Mirth

Book:The Comedies, Tragedies, and Operas....: Now First Collected Together, and Corrected from the Roginals

Source: The Comedies, Tragedies, and Operas....: Now First Collected Together, and Corrected from the Roginals

“The child's grief throbs against the round of its little heart as heavily as the man's sorrow, and the one finds as much delight in his kite or drum as the other in striking the springs of enterprise or soaring on the wings of fame.”

Men Heart Children Littles Grief Sorrow Fame Spring Wings Rounds Delight Enterprise Soar Kites

Author:Edwin Hubbel Chapin

“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

“Grief is like a bomber circling round and dropping its bombs each time the circle brings it overhead; physical pain is like the steady barrage on a trench in World War One, hours if it with no let-up for a moment. Thought is never static pain often is... is it not yet enough?”

Ifs World War Enough Moments Pain Hours Grief Rounds Circles War Of The Worlds Bombs Steady Dropping Static Often Is One Hour Overhead Trenches Bombers Physical Pain World War One

Author:C. S. Lewis

“Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”

Source: Selected poems

“The unicorn halted in her slow, desperate round of the cage, realizing for the first time that the magician understood her speech. He smiled, and she saw that his face was frighteningly young for a grown man-untraveled by time, unvisited by grief or wisdom. "I know you," he said.”

Knows Men Firsts Said Faces Young Realizing Grief Saws Speech Understood First Time Rounds Desperate Cages Magician Unicorn Grown Man

Book:A fine and private place: The last unicorn

Source: A fine and private place: The last unicorn

“In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art.”

“For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it? How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time.”

Ifs Moments Loss Grief Cutting Rounds Dare Legs Circles Repeats Emptiness Phases Novelty Emerging Spirals Grief Observed Stillbirth

Book:A Grief Observed

Source: A Grief Observed

“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

“In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs-and God has given my share- I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down.”

World Stills Care Hope Given Hours Grief Share This World Lays Rounds Humble Wander Crowns

Book:The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Poetical works. Dramas. The vicar of Wakefield

Source: The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Poetical works. Dramas. The vicar of Wakefield

“Art thou in misery, brother? Then I pray Be comforted. Thy grief shall pass away. Art thou elated? Ah, be not too gay; Temper thy joy: this, too, shall pass away. Art thou in danger? Still let reason sway, And cling to hope: this, too, shall pass away. Tempted art thou? In all thine anguish lay One truth to heart: this, too, shall pass away. Do rays of loftier glory round thee play? Kinglike art thou? This, too, shall pass away! Whate'er thou art, wher'er thy footsteps stray, Heed these wise words: This, too, shall pass away.”

“Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.”

Long Doe Moments Seems Pain Suffering Grief Records Progress Return Sorrow Seasons Rounds Circles Mood Divides Chronicles

Book:Works: Edited with an Introduction

Source: Works: Edited with an Introduction