“There's a secret to get through loss, pain and grief. If we're alone we can't see who we are. When we join the club, other people become the mirror. Through them, we see ourselves and gain an understanding of what we're going through. Then slowly, real slowly, we learn to accept who we see in the mirror. Then you become the mirror for them; by being honest about who you are, you'll help them learn to love and accept themselves.” PeopleIfsRealHelpingPainUnderstandingLossGriefSecretAcceptingHonestGainsMirrorsWho You AreClubsBeing HonestWho We Are Author:Melody Beattie
“A vampire is a flexible metaphor. You know, death, sex, change, stagnation, loss of self, loss of agency, having to keep one's real self secret, the possibility of something lasting forever: love, hate, grief.” KnowsRealSelfHateSexLossGriefSecretForeverPossibilityMetaphorVampireAgencyLastingFlexibleLove HateStagnationReal SelfForever LoveSex Change Author:Kelly Link
“Silence is no certain token that no secret grief is there; Sorrow which is never spoken is the heaviest load to bear.” CertainGriefSecretSilenceBearsSorrowLoadSilence IsTokens Book:The Ministry of Song Source: The Ministry of Song
“In the condition of men, it frequently happens that grief and anxiety lie hid under the golden robes of prosperity; and the gloom of calamity is cheered by secret radiations of hope and comfort; as in the works of nature, the bog is sometimes covered with flowers, and the mine concealed in the barren crags.” MenSometimesHappensLyingGriefSecretConditionsMinesFlowerComfortAnxietyProsperityAppearanceGoldenCoveredRadiationCalamityConcealedGloomBarrenRobesBogs Book:The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.: With Murphy's Essay Source: The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.: With Murphy's Essay
“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.” PeopleFirstsHeartEyeLyingHatePassionLanguageVoiceGriefSecretBrainFatePoetWindSourcePrideAmbitionSpringDeeperVainHis EyesMelodyDisguiseListenersStrainPenetrateHarpsTouchstonesTalismans Book:The Poems Source: The Poems
“Oh youth, youth! You don't worry about anything; you seem to possess all the treasures of the universe--even sorrow gives you pleasure, even grief suits you.... And perhaps the whole secret of your charm lies not in your ability to do everything, but in your ability to think that you will do everything.” ThinkingGivingWholeSeemsLyingUniverseAbilityPleasureGriefSecretWorryYouthSorrowTreasureSuitsCharmSuits You Author:Ivan Turgenev
“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.” KnowsWellsStillsBlackWaterGriefSecretDarknessClearSourceColdDrinkRoundsSurfaceBreatheThrownSlipsCoins Author:David Whyte