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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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"Abscond - to move in a mysterious way, commonly with the property of another."
Crime
"The slightest acquaintance with history shows that powerful republics are the most warlike and unscrupulous of nations."
History
"Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art."
Art
"Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly."
Family
"Optimism - the doctrine or belief that everything is beautiful, including what is ugly."
Trust
"It is evident that skepticism, while it makes no actual change in man, always makes him feel better."
Change
"Mayonnaise: One of the sauces which serve the French in place of a state religion."
Religion
"Childhood: the period of human life intermediate between the idiocy of infancy and the folly of youth - two removes from the sin of manhood and three from the remorse of age."
Life
"What this country needs what every country needs occasionally is a good hard bloody war to revive the vice of patriotism on which its existence as a nation depends."
Patriotism
"Telephone, n. An invention of the devil which abrogates some of the advantages of making a disagreeable person keep his distance."
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"Grief does not change you. It reveals you."
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"Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss."
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"People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura oflife which bears no relation to true immortality but through which theycontinue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. Itis as though they were traveling abroad."
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"All winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming..."
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"For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear."
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"The relatives of a suicide always take it in bad part that he did not remain alive out of consideration for the family dignity."
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"There are all sorts of losses people suffer - from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion."
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"We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find out interest in life returning to us."
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"A tormented mind wants to forget, what a broken heart will always remember."
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"She has never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess. That she had managed to keep it inside her this long was astounding to James. He thought of pushing open the half-closed door and kneeling before his wife, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and helping her upstairs. He raised his hand, stroking the wood of the door, planning to say something to calm her. But what wisdom could he offer Gus, when he could not even heed it himself? James walked upstairs again, got into bed, covered his head with a pillow. And hours later, when Gus crept beneath the sheets, he tried to pretend that he did not feel the weight of her grief, lying between them like a fitful child, so solid that he could not reach past it to touch her."
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