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"It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down;It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues, for noon.It was not frost, for on my fleshI felt siroccos crawl,Nor fire, for just my marble feetCould keep a chancel cool.And yet it tasted like them all;The figures I have seenSet orderly, for burial,Reminded me of mine,As if my life were shavenAnd fitted to a frame,And could not breathe without a key;And I was like midnight, some,When everything that ticked has stopped,And space stares, all around,Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,Repeal the beating ground.But most like chaos,--stopless, cool,Without a chance or spar,--Or even a report of landTo justify despair."
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"We need never be ashamed of our tears."
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"Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates."
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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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"Today is the anniversary of my husband's death," Maria announced. It was a dramatic statement, but the occasion seemed to demand it. "And I am going to leave."
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"How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, oh, Father, What have you done with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here? Said louisa as she touched her heart."
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"Some grief shows much of love,But much of grief shows still some want of wit."
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"She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters."
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"But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead."
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"And what this is, I realize, is life. I don't want it. I want my parents and I have for weeks. I've been trying to claw my way back to them, and now I am so close and he is telling me not to."
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"No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. "
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"Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell."
Heaven
"The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide, Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue."
Mythology
"How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone,And doesn't care about careers,And exigencies never fears;Whose coat of elemental brownA passing universe put on;And independent as the sun,Associates or glows alone,Fulfilling absolute decreeIn casual simplicity."
Happiness
"Saying nothing... sometimes says the most."
Nothing
"Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away."
Nostalgia
"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality."
Love
"A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day."
Perception
"The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination."
Imagination
"After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs."
Emotional
"My only sketch profile of heaven is a large blue sky and larger than the biggest I have seen in June-and in it are my friends-every one of them."
Friendship
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