Grief is like a moving river, so that's what I mean by it's always changing. It's a strange thing to say because I'm at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.
After the Boston Marathon bombings, people shared grief and outrage on social media.
Grief changes shape, but it never ends.
I am a troll. And do you know what? I really don't like social media apart from that aspect of it. Posting pictures of me doing this or that is really boring, but I enjoy engaging with people. I tell them it's just a laugh and to stay in touch if you're getting any grief. They're just opinions.
Grief can take care if itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.
We have been filled with grief as we have witnessed the decline of the North American Church that was once filled with missionary zeal and yet now seems determined to bury itself in a deadly embrace with the spirit of the age.
My heart is so light that it's amazing. I get to play all this grief, all this loss, all this disaster and chaos. It's hysterically funny. I am very light.
Memories of the last nine years have turned Ground Zero from a site of horror, to a reminder of grief, to an occasion for ludicrous artistic posturing - and now to something very close to parody.
For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.
Humans have a sense of spontaneity and emotion. We have a dichotomy between grief and happiness.
Going through the grief period of my dad and losing him - that was the worst thing because you know when you get that call. When you are seven, eight years old, you have that almost vision in your mind of what that's going to be like and what your going to feel like and it doesn't prepare you.
I think it's too easy to recount your unhappy memories when you write about yourself. You bask in your own innocence. You revere your grief. You arrange your angers at their most becoming angles.
It works both ways: there are victims of tragedy who come to me who have experienced grief of such magnitude that they cannot reconcile. Likewise, I cannot change the mentality of those who committed the crimes or the fools who followed them.
Good grief, we're getting offended by everything these days! People can't say anything without offending somebody.
Few of us will forget the wail of mingled grief, rage and horror which rose from the camp when the Indians returned to it and recognized their slaughtered warriors, women, and children.
The hopeless grief of those poor colored people affected me more than almost anything else.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief, regret and depression. Do not repeat them in the future.
Who elected Larry King America's grief counselor? We, the viewing public, did, by driving up his ratings whenever somebody famous passes.
Time takes away the grief of men.
We may thank God that we can feel pain and know sadness, for these are the human sentiments that constitute our glory as well as our grief.
To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.
Grief, and an estate, is joy understood.
Grief is exhausting.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.
The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.
Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?
After an eternity of seeking the sudden threshold of seeing and finding leaves one filled with a strange paradox of ecstasy and grief. I was born to see.
If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.
Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
'Hiraeth' means homesickness to a home to which you cannot return: the grief of the lost places of your past. I fell in love with the word and instantly connected to it. It reminded me of the days when I had left my home in Gwalior, and I had that strange pull in my stomach, and now I can so relate to this word.
ABBA: The Movie; I got a lot of grief for working on that.
To rejoice in another's prosperity is to give content to your lot; to mitigate another's grief is to alleviate or dispel your own.
