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"Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments."
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"The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break."
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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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"For a moment the dark and fearsomely sad thoughts which inhabit her mind grow even sadder and darker, Lisey thinks they will either kill her or drive her insane."
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"More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someonewho might have loved you back but can't due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumi's headrest, and Icried, whimpering, and I didn't even feel sadness so much as pain."
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"You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live."
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"I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What."
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"To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,-Is such my future fate?The morn was dreary, must the eveBe also desolate?"
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"Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope."
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"Weeping Widows"There is a river that cuts ThroughThe heart of EveAnd flows throughParadise's back window.It streams into A bottomless wellThat rolls down to hellWith the tears of theWeeping widows.The women stand along the well,And cryWhile singing gray lullabiesAs orphaned childrenLight up candles to put on palm leavesTo push into the streamWith petals of jasmine And pieces of tangerine,Then sit back and wait for their fatherTo show up over the horizon Where his heart still beatsIn their dreams."
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"Give sorrow words, the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break."
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"O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!"
Life
"Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!"
Time
"Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne."
Nature
"There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love."
Love
"Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors."
Nature
"All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim."
Friendship
"The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord."
Earth
"I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more."
Sea
"So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!"
Sleep
"Death is the tyrant of the imagination."
Death
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