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In this sad world of ours sorrow comes to all and it often comes with bitter agony. Perfect relief is not possible except with time. You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better. But this is not true. You are sure to be happy again. Knowing this, truly believing it will make you less miserable now. I have had enough experience to make this statement.
Abraham Lincoln
No one can keep his grieves in their prime; they use themselves up.
E. M. Cioran
Our trials, our sorrows, and our grieves develop us...
Orison Swett Marden
Grief is light that is capable of counsel.
Proverb
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
Julie Burchill
Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
All things grow with time -- except grief.
Yiddish Proverb
Time heals old pain, while it creates new ones.
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.
William S. Burroughs
The only cure for grief is action.
George Henry Lewis
Who originated that most exquisite of inquisitions, the condolence system?
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
There is not grief that does not speak.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.
My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.
C.S. Lewis
If I be the first of us to die,Let grief not blacken long your sky.Be bold yet modest in your grieving.There is a change but not a leaving.For just as death is part of life,The dead live on forever in the living.And all the gathered riches of our journey,The moments shared, the mysteries explored,The steady layering of intimacy stored,The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,The wordless language of look and touch,The knowing,Each giving and each taking,These are not flowers that fade,Nor trees that fall and crumble,Nor are they stone,For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstandAnd mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.What we were, we are.What we had, we have.A conjoined past imperishably present.So when you walk the wood where once we walkedtogetherAnd scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,Be still.Close your eyes.Breathe.Listen for my footfall in your heart.I am not gone but merely walk within you.
Nicholas Evans, from The Smoke J
No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed.
Ogden Nash
Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust. The end is gain, of course. Blessed are they that mourn, for theyshall be made strong, in fact. But the process is like all other human births, painful and long and dangerous.
Margery Allingham, The Tiger in
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
James Martineau
The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.
Lillian Smith
Time takes away the grief of men.
Desiderius Erasmus
