Humans have a sense of spontaneity and emotion. We have a dichotomy between grief and happiness.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

Life is nothing but an occassional burst of laughter rising above the interminable wail of grief.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature.

Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for.

I suppose that the human mind can only stand so much grief and anguish. After that the fuses blow.

I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.

When sadness happens in the middle of work, I separate my personal grief from my train of thought.

The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

If we are willing, the experience of grief can deepen and widen our ability to participate in life.

I am commodifying my grief, to put it really bluntly. I accept it. And I try not to think about it.

Grief - the actual, natural process of it - doesn't have a schedule that I can work my life around.

It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.

The period of greatest gain in knowledge and experience is the most difficult period in one's life.

A brave action is often followed by grief. Do not let my resistance to grief stop the brave action.

Grief is a room without doors - but somehow, with its tinsel and cliches, Christmas finds a way in.

Sorrow makes us all children again - destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

Nothing can bring my Jordan back but I have learned to channel my grief into action to honor my son.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

I dance. A lot. I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.

Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Grief doesn't necessarily make you noble. Sometimes it just makes you crazy, or primitive with fear.

Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief.

Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding, and softens the heart

At one hundred, surely you learn to overcome loss and grief—or do they hound you till the bitter end?

Love and grief and motherhood, Fame and mirth and scorn - these are all shall befall, Any woman born.

I want to love and be loved.... I don't want a world without love or grief or beauty. I'd rather die.

The fact that grief takes so long to resolve is not a sign of inadequacy, but betokens depth of soul.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

Poetry is emotion, passion, love, grief - everything that is human. It is not for zombies by zombies.

Grief is no more necessary when we understand death than fear is necessary when we understand flying.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

I always noticed that in art school, that grief was considered more profound than happiness. But why?

(All the grief she had suffered over her lifetime had moulded her face into a mask of eternal sadness)

Generosity and kindness always feel good to give, and it never feels good to give grief or negativity.

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