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F. Scott Fitzgerald

"She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well."

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"She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well."

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"Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't."

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"Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form."

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"And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job--where the machine seems to run on much as usual--I loath the slightest effort. Not only writing but even reading a letter is too much."

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"Grief is an artist of powers as various as the instruments upon which he plays his dirges for the dead, evoking from some the sharpest, shrillest notes, from others the low, grave chords that throb recurrent like the slow beating of a distant drum. Some natures it startles; some it stupefies. To one it comes like the stroke of an arrow, stinging all the sensibilities to a keener life; to another as the blow of a bludgeon, which in crushing benumbs."

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"Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly."

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"I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone."

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"Some grief shows much of love,But much of grief shows still some want of wit."

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"Once upon a time, you dragged a part of me into the world of the dead, and now Naoko has dragged another pat of me into that world."

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"Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems."'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe."

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"She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more."

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