“To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.” FeelsWould BeFacesGriefWonderWrittenOver YouYour FaceTabooMournStrangenessFathomBruisedHieroglyphics Author:Meghan O'Rourke
“Sometimes I think the people to feel the saddest for are people who are unable to connect with the profound—people such as my boring brother-in-law, a hearty type so concerned with normality and fitting in that he eliminates any possibility of uniqueness for himself and his own personality. I wonder if some day, when he is older, he will wake up and the deeper part of him will realize that he has never allowed himself to truly exist, and he will cry with regret and shame and grief.” PeopleIfsThinkingFeelsSometimesLawRealizingGriefWonderCryPossibilityBrotherRegretTypePersonalityConcernedWake UpShameProfoundBoringDeeperUniquenessIn-lawsFittingSaddestNormalityHeartyBrother In Law Book:Life After God Source: Life After God
“So often I wonder whether it is my right to capitalize, as I feel, so often, on the grief of others. But then I justify, in my own particular thoughts, by feeling that I can contribute a little to the understanding of what others are going through; then there is reason for doing it.” FeelsLittlesI CanReasonFeelingsUnderstandingMy OwnGriefWonderParticularJustify Book:Mark Z. Danielewski's House of leaves Source: Mark Z. Danielewski's House of leaves
“I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size.” IfsEyeGriefWonderMinesEasierSizeGrievingGrief And LossGriefingGrief LossProbingRecovering From Grief Book:Dickinson Source: Dickinson
“It's unsettling, to lose the safety of the familiar, even when what's disrupted is an ordinary routine. When I began this poem, I was grieving for the loss of my old barbershop in Manhattan, and wondering at the strangeness of my new one. I didn't have any idea the poem would break into the underworld, opening a deeper subject: the continuing force of the old griefs routine helps to mediate, and my strange, sheer wonder at my own survival. Where's home now? In the contingent present, in which anything can disappear, and where we're sometimes granted some form of grace.” IdeasSometimesHelpingHomeFormForceLosesMy OwnLossGriefWonderBreakGraceSubjectsStrangeSurvivalOrdinarySafetyDeeperDisappearFamiliarOpeningGrantedGrievingRoutineContinuingSheerManhattanStrangenessUnderworldBarbershop Author:Mark Doty
“What a wonder is it, that two natures infinitely distant, should be more intimately united than anything in the world; and yet without any confusion! That the same person should have both a glory and a grief; an infinite joy in the Deity, and an inexpressible sorrow in the humanity! That a God upon a throne should be an infant in a cradle; the thundering Creator be a weeping babe and a suffering man, are such expressions of mighty power, as well as condescending love, that they astonish men upon earth, and angels in heaven.” MenWorldShouldWellsPersonsTwoEarthJoySufferingHumanityHeavenUnitedGriefWonderExpressionSorrowGloryAngelShould HaveInfiniteCreatorConfusionThronesInfantDeitiesWeepingCradleBabeCondescendingAngel In Heaven Author:Thomas Goodwin
“And a lot of poetry is putting yourself back into the state of wonder that you have before things when you're a child. It's not only a joyous wonder, it's sometimes a grief stricken wonder.” ChildrenSometimesStatesGriefWonderPoetry IsJoyousState Of Wonder Author:Edward Hirsch