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  • #1
    E.A. Bucchianeri
    “So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”
    E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

  • #2
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
    “I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.”
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

  • #3
    William Shakespeare
    “Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”
    Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #4
    Louis-Ferdinand Céline
    “The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.”
    Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night

  • #5
    “Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.”
    Christopher Pike

  • #6
    Lord Byron
    When We Two Parted

    When we two parted
    In silence and tears,
    Half broken-hearted
    To sever for years,
    Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
    Colder thy kiss;
    Truly that hour foretold
    Sorrow to this.

    The dew of the morning
    Sunk chill on my brow—
    It felt like the warning
    Of what I feel now.
    Thy vows are all broken,
    And light is thy fame:
    I hear thy name spoken,
    And share in its shame.

    They name thee before me,
    A knell to mine ear;
    A shudder comes o'er me—
    Why wert thou so dear?
    They know not I knew thee,
    Who knew thee too well:
    Long, long shall I rue thee,
    Too deeply to tell.

    In secret we met—
    In silence I grieve,
    That thy heart could forget,
    Thy spirit deceive.
    If I should meet thee
    After long years,
    How should I greet thee?
    With silence and tears.”
    George Gordon Byron, Byron: Poetical Works

  • #7
    C.S. Lewis
    “Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

    But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can't avoid. I mean my own body. It had such a different importance while it was the body of H.'s lover. Now it's like an empty house.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #8
    Charles Dickens
    “The persons on whom I have bestowed my dearest love lie deep in their graves; but, although the happiness and delight of my life lie buried there too, I have not made a coffin of my heart, and sealed it up for ever on my best affections. Deep affliction has only made them stronger; it ought, I think, for it should refine our nature.”
    Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

  • #9
    José Saramago
    “The worst pain ... isn't the pain you feel at the time, it's the pain you feel later on when there's nothing you can do about it, They say that time heals all wounds, But we never live long enough to test that theory ...”
    José Saramago, The Cave

  • #10
    W.H. Auden
    “no poet can know what his poem is going to be like until he has written it.”
    W.H. Auden, The Dyer's Hand and Other Essays

  • #11
    Stephen Dunn
    “All good poems are victories over something.”
    Stephen Dunn

  • #12
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffrings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music. People corwd around the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul.”
    Soren Kieekegaard

  • #14
    Walt Whitman
    “[The poet] is no arguer . . . he is judgment. He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.”
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
    tags: poets

  • #15
    Walt Whitman
    “He sees eternity in men and women, he does not see men and women as dreams or dots.”
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
    tags: poets

  • #16
    “i am awake and alive
    and swollen and heavy
    with love.”
    Ava

  • #17
    Sanhita Baruah
    “You write poems with your fingertips
    And I keep listening to the songs written on my skin
    By some distant dream, similar words
    But the verses never meet...”
    Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems

  • #18
    Sanober  Khan
    “We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #19
    Sanober  Khan
    “A single poem
    is worth a hundred
    cozy winter nights
    kind words
    and healed wounds.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #20
    Shannon L. Alder
    “You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.”
    Shannon L. Alder

  • #21
    Sanober  Khan
    “There is
    something
    mystically
    sad
    and beautiful
    about
    how
    i will
    never
    see you
    again

    but
    meet you
    again
    and again

    in poetry.”
    Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

  • #22
    Hippocrates
    “Cure sometimes, treat often and comfort always.”
    Hippocrates

  • #23
    Hippocrates
    “Wherever the art of Medicine is loved, there is also a love of Humanity. ”
    Hippocrates

  • #24
    Hippocrates
    “Ars longa,
    vita brevis,
    occasio praeceps,
    experimentum periculosum,
    iudicium difficile.

    Life is short,
    [the] art long,
    opportunity fleeting,
    experiment dangerous,
    judgment difficult.”
    Hippocrates

  • #25
    Hippocrates
    “Primum non nocerum. (First do no harm)”
    Hippocrates

  • #26
    Hippocrates
    “Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a mater of opportunity.”
    Hippocrates

  • #27
    Hippocrates
    “Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.”
    Hippocrates

  • #28
    Clive Barker
    “Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.”
    Clive Barker, Abarat: Days of Magic, Nights of War

  • #29
    Paulo Coelho
    “Tears are words that need to be written.”
    Paulo Coelho

  • #30
    William Shakespeare
    “Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
    Men were deceivers ever,
    One foot in sea, and one on shore,
    To one thing constant never.
    Then sigh not so, but let them go,
    And be you blithe and bonny,
    Converting all your sounds of woe
    Into hey nonny, nonny.

    Sing no more ditties, sing no more
    Of dumps so dull and heavy.
    The fraud of men was ever so
    Since summer first was leafy.
    Then sigh not so, but let them go,
    And be you blithe and bonny,
    Converting all your sounds of woe
    Into hey, nonny, nonny.”
    William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

  • #31
    Salvador Plascencia
    “I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”
    Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper



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