Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal.
~From a headstone in Ireland~
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth
you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’
very well in the hardest hours of grief.
But then someone makes you a friendly sign
behind a window,or one notices
that a flower that was in bud only yesterday
has suddenly blossomed,
or a letter slips from a drawer…
and everything collapses.
Sorrow you can hold, however desolating,
if nobody speaks to you.
If they speak, you break down.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates.
You must wait till it be digested,
and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
whispers theo’er-fraught heart and bids it break.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin~
Even hundredfold grief is divisible by love.
Sorrow makes us all children again –
destroys all differences of intellect.
The wisest know nothing.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
No one can keep his griefs in their prime;
they use themselves up.
Grief is a species of idleness.
Grief is itself a medicine.
~William Cowper, Charity~
In my Lucia’s absence
Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden;
I am ten times undone, while hope, and fear,
And grief, and rage and love rise up at once,
And with variety of pain distract me.
We must embrace pain
and burn it as fuel for our journey.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
~From the television show The Wonder Years~
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
We acquire the strength we have overcome.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
Time is a physician that heals every grief.
The deep pain that is felt at the death
of every friendly soul
arises from the feeling that there is
in every individual something which is
inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore,
absolutely and irretrievably lost.
There’s a bit of magic in everything,
and some loss to even things out.
~Lou Reed, “Magic and Loss“~
Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow.
You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest
that it leaves your arms
too full to embrace the present.
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Grief punts around joy.
There are things that we don’t want to happen
but have to accept, things we
don’t want to know but have to learn,
and people we
can’t live without but have to let go.
If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.
Loss is nothing else but change,
and change is Nature’s delight.
~Marcus Aurelius, Meditations~
In the night of death, hope sees a star,
and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
Even if happiness forgets you a little bit,
never completely forget about it.
The sorrow which has no vent in tears
may make other organs weep.
I turn my worries over to God.
He’s going to
be up all night anyway.
~Mary C. Crowley~
She was no longer wrestling with the grief,
but could sit down with it as a lasting companion
and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
While we are mourning the loss of our friend,
others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.
As long as I can I will look at
this world for both of us.
As long as I can I will
laugh with the birds,
I will sing
with the flowers,
I will pray
to the stars,
for both of us.
~Sascha, as posted on motivateus.com~