“The caterpillar dies so the butterfly could be born. And, yet, the caterpillar lives in the butterfly and they are but one. So, when I die, it will be that I have been transformed from the caterpillar of earth to the butterfly of the universe.” Has BeensEarthDiesUniverseBornGriefGrievingLife And DeathTransformedButterflyCaterpillarsGrieving A Death Author:John Harricharan
“The outrage was on the scale of God. My younger brother was immortal and they hadn't noticed. Immortality had been concealed in my brother's body while he was alive, and we hadn't noticed that it dwelt there. Now my brother's body was dead, and immortality with it. ... And the error, the outrage, filled the whole universe.” WholeBodyDeathUniverseGriefAliveBrotherFilledErrorsScalesImmortalityMy BrotherImmortalConcealedOutrageYounger Brother Author:Marguerite Duras
“Poor humanity, to saddle the gods with such a responsibility and throw in a vindictive temper. What griefs they hatch for themselves, what festering sores for us, what tears for our prosperity! This is not piety, this oft-repeated show of bowing a veiled head before a graven image; this bustling to every altar; this kow-towing and prostration on the ground with palms outspread before the shrines of the gods; this deluging of vow on vow. True piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.” MindShowsLyingHumanityUniversePoorGriefResponsibilityAtheismTearsQuietProsperityPositive AtheismTemperContemplatingPalmsVowAltarsPietyShrinesSaddlesVindictiveFesteringProstration Author:Lucretius
“There are acacias, a graceful species amusingly devitalized by sentimentality, this kind drooping its leaves with the grace of a young widow bowed in controllable grief, this one obscuring them with a smooth silver as of placid tears. They please, like the minor French novelists of the eighteenth century, by suggesting a universe in which nothing cuts deep.” KindYoungUniverseGriefGraceCuttingCenturyTearsPleaseSpeciesNovelistsSilverMinorsSmoothWidowsSuggestingSentimentalityPlacidAcacia Book:The strange necessity: essays by Rebecca West Source: The strange necessity: essays by Rebecca West
“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
“The only thing that's real in any universe [is] that brilliant fire of Love that burns to the exclusion of everything else. As we recognize the presence of Love, we break through the wall of grief that would try to convince us that the dear soul with whom we have learned and loved so much no longer exists, or that she or he cannot speak with us. There is no wall that Love cannot vaporize. We may believe in death, Love doesn't.” TryingBelieveMayRealSoulUniverseSpeakGriefBreakFireWallDearBrilliantConvinceExclusionBreak ThroughConvince UsFire Of LovePresence Of Love Author:Richard Bach
“If, as you believe there is an Almighty, Omnipresent, Omniscient God, who created the earth or universe, please let me know, first of all, as to why he created this world. This world which is full of woe and grief, and countless miseries, where not even one person lives in peace....Where is God? What is He doing? Is He getting a diseased pleasure out of it? A Nero! A Genghis Khan! Down with Him!” IfsKnowsWorldFirstsBelievePersonsEarthUniversePleasureGriefThis WorldPleaseLet MeMiseryAlmightyWoeDiseasedOmniscientNero Author:Bhagat Singh