Best grief & tree Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“To walk into Bill Olsen's poems is to enter a mind so weirdly curious, you can't be released to sadness, not yet: it's just too surprising. But this book-half microscope, half telescope-shadows grief, our shared and ordinary life where an old neighbor obsessively gathers twigs to wish back the tree, where the moon is regularly ‘sawn in half,’ where sprinklers give off ‘little wet speeches.’ What else? It's brilliantly instead and odd.”

Giving Mind Littles Book Wish Walks Grief Half Tree Sadness Moon Speech Ordinary Shadow Bills Neighbor Curious Odd Surprising Wet Ordinary Life Telescopes Microscopes Twigs

Author:Marianne Boruch

“It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring brings no new shoots out on the withered tree.”

People Way Grief Cutting Tree Spring Working It Old People Withered Withered Tree

Book:Four Novels of George Eliot

Source: Four Novels of George Eliot

“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

“Grief, like a tree, has tears for its fruit.”

Grief Tree Tears Fruit

Author:Philemon

“A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had prevailed all day, sighed heavily from time to time, as though foretelling in grief the ravages of the coming storm. The bat skimmed in fantastic flights through the heavy air, and the ground was alive with crawling things, whose instinct brought them forth to swell and fatten in the rain.”

Grief Break Alive Air Tree Wind Rain Instinct Heavy Storm Flight Fantastic Fallen Length Stillness Bats Unnatural Spooky Crawling Blight Shrubs Foretelling

Book:Novels

Source: Novels

“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.”

“If trees can create art, if they can encircle the globe seven times in one year, if prisoners can grow plants and raise frogs, then perhaps there are other static entities that we hold inside ourselves, like grief, like addictions, like racism, that can also change.”

Ifs Years Art Grows Grief Tree Racism Raises Plant Seven Addiction Prisoner Entity Globes Frogs Static

Author:Nalini Nadkarni

“Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.”

Heart May Past Moving Joy Speak Memories Forget Grief Tree Sea Sky Fields Flower Broken Rivers Gold Green Pity Unseen Folds Ripple Gleam Heart Broke Mead Glisten

Author:William Morris

“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.”

“In the course of writing a book I'll produce loads of pieces of paper to help the novel itself. Diagrams, charts, family trees. And at the end of each book I'll pack it all away. It takes me a while to do it - it's like a relationship that way; there's a period of letting - go, of grief, in a way - but then I box it up, label it, and put it in the attic.”

Writing Book Helping Grief Novel Tree Writing A Book

Author:Maggie O'Farrell

“I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.”

Heart Stills Ends Dream Desire Left Grief Wonder Tree Lonely Empty Seasons Winter Storm Naked Leafs Limbs Chill Ruthless Numb Trembling Desolation Garlands Whistling Empty Heart Tree Limbs

Author:Alexander Pushkin

“Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.”

Giving Grief Tree Land Give Me Fallen Leafs

Book:Delphi Complete Works of A. E. Housman (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of A. E. Housman (Illustrated)

“Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.”

Source: Taggerung

“The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.”

Firsts Has Beens Stills Seems Grief Saws Tree Rose Clean Pity Shattered Drained Sad Day

Book:Millay: Poems

Source: Millay: Poems

“What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.”

Want Firsts Persons Made Stills Remember Felt Forget Grief Alive Tree Return Losing Endure More Time Small Things Wire Embedded Bearable Losing Someone Barbed Wire

Author:Ron Rash

“Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain. She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly -the thought of the world's concern at her situation- was found on an illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself.”

World Might Pain Passion Found Grief Existence Situation Sun Tree Bird Illusion Concern Green Structure Familiar Sensations Surroundings Tess Tess Of The D Urbervilles

Book:Tess of the D'urbervilles

Source: Tess of the D'urbervilles

“The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.”

Years Kind May Said Stills Seems Lasts Dies Grows Born Grief Written Tree Spread Rings Tricks Relax Grain Last Year Leafs Castles Bud Like Something Born Again Thickness Thresh

Book:Poesía reunida

Source: Poesía reunida

“Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.”

“Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been shed like tears And lonely birds have sung their grief. ...After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold. ...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin To hold the hairpins any more.”

May Has Beens War Country Home Three White Grief Fire Tree Tears Hair Months Messages Spring Bird Rivers Lonely Gold Green Endure Hills Grass Shed Strokes Three Months Petals White Hair

Author:Du Fu

“All I can say is, it's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch, the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill siblings. When something terrible happens, you discover all of the sudden that you have a new set of relatives, people with whom you can speak in the shorthand of cousins.”

People Children I Can Happens Lost Speak Parent Grief Tree Terrible Ill Beloved Branches Cousin Sibling Kinship Mentally Ill Shorthand Lost Child

Author:Elizabeth McCracken

“We want to be God in all the ways that are not the ways of God, in what we hope is indestructible or unmoving. But God is the most fragile, a bare smear of pollen, that scatter of yellow dust from the tree that tumbled over in the storm of my grief and planted itself again. God is the death agony of the frog that cannot find water in the time of the drought we created. God is the scream of the rabbit caught in the fires we set. God is the One whose eyes never close and who hears everything.”

Way Want Soul Eye Water Grief Fire Tree Caught Storm Dust Fragile Yellow Scream Agony Rabbits Frogs Drought Indestructible Pollen

Author:Deena Metzger

“I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep.... Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.”

Thinking Long Seems Pain Remember Order Fall Loses Sleep Grief Tree Letting Go Roots Seasons Riches Psychics Renewal Let It Go

Author:May Sarton

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