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“Grief changes shape, but it never ends. People have a misconception that you can deal with it and say, 'It's gone, and I'm better.' They're wrong.”

People Ends Deals Grief Gone Shapes Misconception

Author:Keanu Reeves

“Grief, first take on shape! what is shapeless causes fear and torment but when the enemy materializes, half the victory is won.”

Firsts Causes Fear Grief Half Enemy Victory Shapes Torment

Author:Franz Grillparzer

“With Complicated Grief I can say that there was a certain simplification in the process. Getting older means less wasted effort, things are clearer earlier. Being young meant flailing around a lot, especially as I was trying to invent new shapes without a ton of models.”

Trying Mean I Can Young Certain Process Effort Grief Shapes Models Complicated Getting Old Getting Older Simplification Flailing Complicated Grief

Author:Laura Mullen

“Complicated Grief was written in larger and more coherent (if disparate) shapes. The question was how they fit together. The mind is coherent, trust that was the best writing advice I ever got (I got it from Carole Maso and I pass it on). It's true, and clearer and clearer as one grows and gains an improved sense of who one actually is (as versus who one was supposed to be).”

Ifs Writing Mind Together Grows Grief Written Advice Fit Shapes Gains Complicated Supposed To Be Versus Writing Advice Complicated Grief

Author:Laura Mullen

“Grief changes shape, but it never ends.”

Ends Change Grief Sorrow Shapes Cinema Grieving

Author:Keanu Reeves

“I've learned a thing or two from Barrons: Power is sexy. It shapes my spine, infuses my beckoning hand. I have not been devastated by Barrons' death. The alchemy of grief has forged a new metal. I have been transformed. There's only one way I can make his death okay. Undo it.”

Way Has Beens I Can Two Hands Grief Shapes Okay Sexy One Way I've Learned Metals Transformed Alchemy Spine Devastated Forged Beckoning

Book:Shadowfever: Fever Series

Source: Shadowfever: Fever Series

“Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.”

Knows Men Play Shows Seems Might Eye Action Together Form Mother Black Grief Shapes Rivers Breaths Mood Suits Woe Not Alone Solemn Cloaks Windy Good Mother Dejected

Author:William Shakespeare

“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.”

Years Heart Littles I Can Night Turns Grief Gone Sea My Heart Sorrow Shapes Singing Bird Mercy Dear Bitter Staring Silver Pens Spells Weary Leafs Woe Shifting Wraps Cords Loveliness Racks

Book:Not So Deep as a Well

Source: Not So Deep as a Well

“There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.”

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“He always thought that Touie's long illness would somehow prepare him for her death. He always imagined that grief anf guilt, if they followed, would be more clear-edged, more defined, more finite. Instead they seem like weather, like clouds constantly re-forming into new shapes, blown by nameless, unidentifiable winds.”

Ifs Long Seems Would Be Grief Clear Wind Shapes Guilt Clouds Illness Weather Defined Finite Nameless

Author:Julian Barnes