No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
Those who do not weep, do not see.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
The death of a beloved is an amputation.
When you stand and share your story in an empowering way, your story will heal you and your story will heal somebody else.
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
Understand that you own nothing. Everything that surrounds you is temporary. Only the love in your heart will last forever.
Something very beautiful happens to people when their world’s fallen apart: a humility, a nobility, a higher intelligence emerges at just the point when our knees hit the floor.
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, ‘It tastes sweet, does it not?’ ‘You’ve caught me,’ grief answered, ’and you’ve ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it’s a blessing?
A father’s death is the most important event, the most heartbreaking and poignant loss in a man’s life.
Good bye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be.
What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
We shake with joy, we shake with grief. What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same body.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.
Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day.
It’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you. It’s what you leave behind you when you go.
In much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.