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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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"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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"The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns."
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"I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness."
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"Every one can master a grief but he that has it."
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"I never know what to tell them. I mean, there's nothing you can say to make a person stop hurting. Half the time, I just feel like telling them the truth. I'd say that for 3 months, you're going to feel worse than you've ever felt and you cope as best you can. And that after 6 months, the pain isn't so bad, but it still hurts more than you think it will. And even after years, you still find yourself thinking about the person you lost and get sad about it. And you still miss them all the time."
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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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"Sometimes, somehow...I feel that ocean contains tears of mother earth,that mourns over terrible great sin done by men."
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"Everyone I have lost in the closing of a doorthe click of the lockis not forgotten, theydo not die but remainwithin the soft edgesof the earth, the ashof house fires and cancerin sin and forgivenesshuddled under old blanketsdreaming their way intomy hands, my heartclosing tight like fists."
Grief
"But my grandmother wanted us to forgive her murderer."
Forgiveness
"If I wasn't writing poems I'd be washing my hands all the time."
Time
"That's how I do this life sometimes by making the ordinary just like magic and just like a card trick and just like a mirror and just like the disappearing. Every Indian learns how to be a magician and learns how to misdirect attention and the dark hand is always quicker than the white eye and no matter how close you get to my heart you will never find out my secrets and I'll never tell you and I'll never show you the same trick twice. I'm traveling heavy with illusions."
Identity
"Walk the midway and hear the carnival barker.Come see the freak named after his deceased father.Come see the prince who wants to abdicate his throne.Come see the son whose name is carved on a gravestone."
Tragedy
"And nostalgia is a cancer. Nostalgia will fill your heart up with tumors. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what you are. You're just an old fart dying of terminal nostalgia."
Nostalgia
"What if someone picks on me?" I askedThen I'll pick on them".What if someone picks my nose?" I asked.The I'll pick your nose, too" Rowdy said."
Friendship
"My only purpose is to teach children to rebel against authority figures."
Purpose
"How much do we remember of what hurts us most? I've been thinking about pain, how each of us constructs our past to justify what we feel now. How each successive pain distorts the preceding."
Pain
"I'm quite aware of my differences. I wouldn't classify them as weird."
Identity
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