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  • #1
    Anaïs Nin
    “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
    Anais Nin

  • #2
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
    “Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.”
    Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • #3
    Neil Gaiman
    “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

  • #4
    Thomas Keneally
    “Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.”
    Thomas Keneally, Schindler’s List

  • #5
    Anne Brontë
    “But he who dares not grasp the thorn
    Should never crave the rose.”
    Anne Bronte

  • #6
    Maud Hart Lovelace
    “It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
    Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

  • #7
    Stephen  King
    “Maybe there's a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything.”
    Stephen King

  • #8
    Alphonse Karr
    “We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.”
    Alphonse Karr, A Tour Round My Garden

  • #9
    Stephen  King
    “if you continue to write fiction, every character you create is partly you.”
    Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

  • #10
    John Irving
    “When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
    John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

  • #11
    W.B. Yeats
    “When You Are Old"


    WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
    And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
    Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true,
    But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

    And bending down beside the glowing bars,
    Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
    And paced upon the mountains overhead
    And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.”
    W.B. Yeats

  • #12
    William Shakespeare
    “Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #13
    Dean Koontz
    “Because God is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, creatures of unalloyed self-interest. The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.”
    Dean Koontz, The Darkest Evening of the Year

  • #14
    Cormac McCarthy
    “Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #15
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

  • #16
    Lemony Snicket
    “it is a sad truth in life that when someone has lost a loved one, friends sometimes avoid the person, just when the presence of friends is most needed.”
    Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

  • #17
    C.S. Lewis
    “For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?

    But if a spiral, am I going up or down it?

    How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #18
    Terry Pratchett
    “She heard him mutter, 'Can you take away this grief?'
    'I'm sorry,' she replied. 'Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears take away grief; that is what they are for.”
    Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

  • #19
    Michael Ondaatje
    “We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.”
    Michael Ondaatje, The Cat's Table

  • #20
    Alfred Tennyson
    “I hold it true, whate'er befall;
    I feel it when I sorrow most;
    'Tis better to have loved and lost
    Than never to have loved at all.

    Verse XXVII
    Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

  • #21
    Josh Groban
    “Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight to see you smile, if only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are.”
    Josh Groban

  • #22
    Arthur Conan Doyle
    “A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her.”
    Arthur Conan Doyle, The Musgrave Ritual - a Sherlock Holmes Short Story

  • #23
    George Bernard Shaw
    “What you are to do without me I cannot imagine.”
    George Bernard Shaw, Pygmalion

  • #24
    Carol Rifka Brunt
    “I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.”
    Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home

  • #25
    “Though sorrow may impede my heart,
    It is of great love to have known you.”
    C. Elizabeth

  • #26
    Jane Austen
    “I am now convinced that I have never been much in love; for had I really experienced that pure and elevating passion, I should at present detest his very name, and wish him all manner of evil. But my feelings are not only cordial towards him; they are even impartial towards her. I cannot find out that I hate her at all, or that I am in the least unwilling to think her a very good sort of girl. There can be no love in all this.”
    Jane Austen

  • #27
    Thomas Wolfe
    “You can't go home again”
    Thomas Wolfe

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday he would, and like Tessa he would lose his mortal love. And that it was better to be the one who died than the one who lived on. He had dismissed that, later, as a morbid fantasy, and had not remembered it again until Alec.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

  • #29
    Katja Millay
    “I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants of shapeshifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and things suck. I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet and walk.”
    Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility

  • #30
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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