Showing posts with label Grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grief. Show all posts
“I mourn in grey, grey as the sleeted wind the bled shades of twilight, gunmetal, battleships, industrial paint.”Marge Piercy (b. 1936) U.S. poet and novelist
Mourning Quotes - Marge Piercy

Mourning Quotes - Marge Piercy

“I mourn in grey, grey as the sleeted wind the bled shades of twilight, gunmetal, battleships, industrial paint.”Marge Piercy (b. 1936) U.S. poet and novelist
“I will instruct my sorrows to be proud,For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.To me and to the state of my great griefLet kings assemble, for my grief's so greatThat no supporter but the huge firm earthCan hold it up.”William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) English poet and playwright
Grief - Sorrow Quotes - Shakespeare

Grief - Sorrow Quotes - Shakespeare

“I will instruct my sorrows to be proud,For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.To me and to the state of my great griefLet kings assemble, for my grief's so greatThat no supporter but the huge firm earthCan hold it up.”William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) English poet and playwright
“Life is very insistent; and it always seems to be so when friends sadly leave us.”Alec Guinness (1914 - 2000) English actor
Bereavement Quotes - Alec Guinness

Bereavement Quotes - Alec Guinness

“Life is very insistent; and it always seems to be so when friends sadly leave us.”Alec Guinness (1914 - 2000) English actor
“The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal – every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open – this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.”Washington Irving (1783 – 1859) U.S. short-story writer and essayist
Bereavement Quotes - Washington Irving

Bereavement Quotes - Washington Irving

“The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal – every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open – this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.”Washington Irving (1783 – 1859) U.S. short-story writer and essayist