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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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"We need never be ashamed of our tears."
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"Sometimes, somehow...I feel that ocean contains tears of mother earth,that mourns over terrible great sin done by men."
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"The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was."
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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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"Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both."
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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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"It was like Percy had faced death before, like he knew about grief. What mattered was listening. You didn't need to say you were sorry. The only thing that helped was moving on-moving forward."
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"My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful."
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"Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art."
Art
"Land: A part of the earth's surface, considered as property. The theory that land is property subject to private ownership and control is the foundation of modern society, and is eminently worthy of the superstructure."
Society
"Impiety. Your irreverence toward my deity."
Religion
"Logic: The art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding."
Art
"Deliberation, n.: The act of examining one's bread to determine which side it is buttered on."
Act
"Destiny: A tyrant's authority for crime and a fool's excuse for failure."
Failure
"Enthusiasm - a distemper of youth, curable by small doses of repentance in connection with outward applications of experience."
Experience
"Belladonna, n.: In Italian a beautiful lady; in English a deadly poison. A striking example of the essential identity of the two tongues."
Language
"Philanthropist: a rich (and usually bald) old gentleman who has trained himself to grin while his conscience is picking his pocket."
Society
"Philosophy: A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing."
Philosophy
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