Dancing in the rain is better than despairing in the storm.
How odd that we spend so much time treating the darkness, and so little time seeking the light. The ego loves to glorify itself by self-analysis, yet we do not get rid of darkness by hitting it with a...
Don't you understand how Cho's feeling at the moment? [Hermione] asked.No, said Ron and Harry together.Hermione sighed and laid down her quill.Well, obviously, she's feeling very sad, because of Cedri...
Grief is a disease. We were riddled with its pockmarks, tormented by its fevers, broken by its blows. It ate at us like maggots, attacked us like lice- we scratched ourselves to the edge of madness. I...
Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
It is ludicrous why we human beings try so hard to conceal our tear. We fail to fathom that the more we camouflage our tears, the more we escalate the burden of grief in our heart. It is simple and wi...
It was quiet; so quiet. Didn't these people know how to grieve for a good man? Didn't they know how to weep, and scream with rage, and curse the powers of darkness in their sorrow? Didn't they know ho...
Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.
THOMASINA: ....the enemy who burned the great library of Alexandria without so much as a fine for all that is overdue. Oh, Septimus! -- can you bear it? All the lost plays of the Athenians! Two hundre...
The instinctive posture of grief is a shuffling compromise between defiance and prostration; and pride feels the need of striking a worthier attitude in face of such a foe.
Waga tomo yasurakani, he said. Farewell, my friend.
When I complain about the bandages she says: 'I promise you that when you take them off you'll be just as you were before.' And it is true. When she takes them off there is not one line, not one wrink...
But I'm not ready to let Winn-Dixie go.
I wanted to feel less.To not be burdened by emotion,To not feel sadness,To not know loss.I envied the inanimate,The trees that stand proudly in winter,Not missing their leaves.
When tragedy comes like this, at first it is complete. You do not need to think it over, or decide what it means. For it is far ahead of you, and the very act of acknowledging it means letting it go....
You are never old enough to lose your mother.
Ethel and Frances found a means for consolation together: travel.
We lose the understanding that death always begets life of some sort, and that life is always an opportunist, persistently standing ready to build something out of the smoldering ashes and raise somet...
In the oddity or maybe the miracle of life, the roots of something new frequently lie in the decaying husks of something old.
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