The pain of your loss will return. Less, but still considerable. I know you've worked hard to release it, but it can still take hold of you. I will help you sing away the fury, but I will not bear it for you.
Alex BledsoeStichwörter: loss grief grieving
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly
Christian Nestell BoveeStichwörter: pain sorrow grief
My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His
None ever was in love with me but grief.
She wooed me from the day that I was born;
She stole my playthings first, the jealous thief,
And left me there forlorn.
The birds that in my garden would have sung,
She scared away with her unending moan;
She slew my lovers too when I was young,
And left me there alone.
Grief, I have cursed thee often—now at last
To hate thy name I am no longer free;
Caught in thy bony arms and prisoned fast,
I love no love but thee.
Stichwörter: poetry loss grief
I love the friendly faces of old sorrows;
I have no secrets that they do not know.
Stichwörter: grief wisdom-inspirational
I was sprawled out in my usual position on the couch, half asleep but entirely drunk, torturing myself by tearing memories out of my mind at random like matches from a book, striking them one at a time and drowsily setting myself on fire.
Jonathan TropperStichwörter: sadness grief depression fire drunk drink drunkeness
...our loves ones truly are ever-present. We may bury their bodies or scatter their ashes, but their spirits are boundless and do not accompany them to the grave. The terms 'letting go' and 'closure' are just empty words. They mean nothing to someone who has suffered through the death of a loved one. Instead of insisting on figuratively burying our dead, why not keep them close to us? Love doesn't die when we do.
April SlaughterStichwörter: loss death grief burial dying closure
Anger is the only antidote strong enough to counter grief.
RauwolfiaIn the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.
Simon Van BooyStichwörter: sadness crying tears grief
Sometimes when I wake up, I forget that she's gone and then I remember and my heart drops like it does when you miss a step or trip over a kerb.
Annabel PitcherTo kill was to be doomed. To kill was to die, yourself.
Kelly BraffetStichwörter: murder grief choices-and-consequences violent-death
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