Reset, readjust, restart, refocus.As many times as you need to.
Just don't quit!
Do something just for you every day which makes you feel good.
Take some me time to do whatever makes you happy, and create the habit of doing this every day.
By looking after your soul, it creates a ripple effect throughout your life, and others will benefit from the refreshed you.
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I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.
And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.
But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.
Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.
If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.
Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.
Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.
No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.
Accepting death doesn't mean you won't be devastated when someone you love dies. It means you will be able to focus on your grief, unburdened by bigger existential questions like, "Why do people die?" and "Why is this happening to me?" Death isn't happening to you. Death is happening to us all.
It was heartfelt, it was heartbreaking. It was extreme joy, it was bone-crushing grief. It was fiery hot, it was icy-cold. It was true love sprouting... it was true love dying.It's like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn't understand why.
Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness.
There are women named Faith, Hope, Joy, and Prudence. Why not Despair, Guilt, Rage, and Grief? It seems only right. 'Tom, I'd like you to meet the girl of my dreams, Tragedy.' These days, Trajedi.
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.
I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.
When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief….Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance….. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
Love is an engraved invitation to grief.
Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me.
For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge the more grief.
It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
This worldthat was our homefor a brief spellnever brought us anythingbut pain and grief;its a shame that not one of our problemswas ever solved.We departwith a thousand regretsin our hearts.
I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope.
History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
Here’s what I know: death abducts the dying, but grief steals from those left behind.
Grief is love turned into an eternal missing
How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.
Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.
He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.
I’d give in to the grief but make sure I wasn’t loud enough to draw attention from those who think words will make me feel better.
Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.
The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.
We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.
be a good listener, don't judge and don't put boundaries on someone else's grief.
The Talmud states, "Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly now, love mercy now, walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.
Remember, we are our own griefs, my dear, we are our own happinesses and we are our own remedies.[An excerpt from “My friend, Abigail”]
Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed. Like Schrödinger’s cat inside a box you can never ever open.
Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.
It is, I suppose, the common grief of children at having to protect their parents from reality. It is bitter for the young to see what awful innocence adults grow into, that terrible vulnerability that must be sheltered from the rodent mire of childhood.
If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?
We have such numerous interests in our lives that it is not uncommon, on a single occasion, for the foundations of a happiness that does not yet exist to be laid down alongside the intensification of a grief from which we are still suffering.
There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.
If I could find one wordthat would shudder the airlike that frightened sob,that wordless prayerof my newly-born,who drew one breath,and with unopened eyessank back into death;If I could break the world's cold heartwith that cry,then this grief would liftand I could die.
There is uncertainty in hope, but even with its tenuous nature, it summons our strength and pulls us through fear and grief— and even death.
And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.
I swore that I would not suffer from the world's grief and the world's stupidity and cruelty and injustice and I made my heart as hard in endurance as the nether millstone and my mind as a polished surface of steel. I no longer suffered, but enjoyment had passed away from me.
There was something about other people's grief that was so exposing, so personal, that she felt she shouldn't be looking.
Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.
More than once, the broken moon would cast through the window a silver light and remind me of independent events yielding to their own momentum and interacting under natural laws while my mind would impose happiness, grief, beauty, ruin, justice and chaos.
Furthermore, as the body suffers the horrors of disease and the pangs of pain, so we see the mind stabbed with anguish, grief and fear. What more natural than that it should likewise have a share in death?
Psychologists have clinically observed that overly prolonged grief in the bereaved usually signifies a poor relationship with the one who died.
Conner hadn’t liked leaving the gravesite with his father still not buried. But he’d learned from his grandmother’s funeral that you have to go. It’s expected. Nobody hangs around the cemetary. Grief—a little or a lot—is tucked into your pocket and carried away.
... Now to die of griefwould mean, I'm afraid, to die belatedly, while latecomersare unwelcome, particularly in the future. ...
Illness might progressively vanish so might identity. Grief might be diminished, but so might tenderness. Traumas might be erased but so might history. Infirmities might disappear, but so might vulnerability. Chance would become mitigated, but so, inevitably, would choice.
There is not a single untruth, no -but after ten lines Truth shrieks, she runs distraught and disheveled through her temple's corridors; she does not know herself. 'I can endure lies,' she cries. 'I cannot survive this stifling verisimilitude
Who shall tell the lady's griefWhen her Cat was past relief?Who shall number the hot tearsShed o'er her, beloved for years?Who shall say the dark dismayWhich her dying caused that day?
Gloria laughed at them and said that she’d overtaken grief a long time ago, that she was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over, she said, was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear.
Happiness is so nonsynonymous with joy or pleasure that it is not infrequently sought and felt in grief and deprivation.
Compassion forgives, anger remembers, grief regrets, love forgets.
Grief gives you a hundred reasons to cry; hope gives you a thousand reasons to smile, joy gives you a million reasons to laugh, and love gives you billion reasons to rejoice.
Life is just one long day separated into sections by sleep. Life never stops happening until you are dead. So whatever happens-love, grief, hate, shame- never disappears. It just gets easier to live with. It just scabs over, waiting for something else significant to happen.
It is much better to die of hunger unhindered by grief and fear than to live affluently beset with worry, dread, suspicion and unchecked desire.
Imagine a man who doesn't believe in anything, hope for anything, doesn't love anyone. This is a description of a dead or paralyzed soul. This happens from great grief, or from an unhappy upbringing when parents make from their children's souls paralytics.
Grief grinds slowly; it devours all the time it needs.
We are all amateurs at grief, although sooner or later every one of us will lose someone close to us.
Grief is wild like the sea, but it doesn’t need to destroy us. We can’t conquer it, but we can navigate it, and we can find Jesus there too.
How preposterous and ruthless time is; just a slight hesitation, and it will strip your life down. You will be left heartbroken, and there will be no turning back.
The Little Light realizes that it is our attachments that cause us grief, for life must go on in the cyclical dance of life and death.
Do not be disheartened if you find yourself amidst grief because all things pass, and this will too. Rather be glad because joyful days will soon envelope you.
There are two kinds of bubbles inside the body - one of happiness and one of negativity. You have to let those bubbles of grief burst and those of happiness multiply. This can be done only after going through an inner journey
Alexander had been gone twenty-five years, but the passing of the decades had not diminished her grief. There was nothing like the pain of loss to teach a person that time was an illusion.
Expressing oneself can prove more important than we think.It can bring hope, divide grief, provide courage and uplift our souls.
In our brief life, so many roads, so many miracles and blessings and glories, but also so many curses and denials, grief and contempt,continuous waves on the planetary seas that come and go, and they crawl us into the vast heavens,n that quiet rhythm universe listen to your heart beat.
May you be blessed so you can be a blessing to those who cross your path today.May you be loved so you can be love to those in need of you today.May you sing joy so you can be a song to those dying in grief today.
Do not lie to yourself about the fact of death, choosing instead to become consumed by the psychological reaction to it—what we call grief.
Sometimes we need to go back to the grief, to that moment, and really dig into what happened, how we suffered, how we broke, before we can start putting the pieces back together and move forward.
I know it's tough losing someone you respected, but it will get better. Don't let that affect you from reaching your goals... don't get side-stepped by a tragedy like this. I know it's sad. Cry if you must. Just stay focused, and don't let your grief break you and derail you from your desired path.
Light is not smothered by darkness, it illuminates darkness so that we may find our way. In this manner, love is not smothered by grief, it illuminates grief, so that we may find our way.
I really don't know who has it worse:The heartbreaker who guiltily draws the line--The heartbroken convinced they are cursed--Or the ghosts who watch it happen every time.
Helpless, heartbroken and lonely, Katrien sank into the grass at the side of the road and wept—wept until she had no more tears. Darkness had already set in by the time she picked up the overturned basket and headed home. From somewhere in the grass came the gleam of a silver thimble…
Grief as a low-grade fever. His sadness is a hive at the back of his head: he moves slowly to keep from being stung. Things bunch together, smooth endlessly out.
Compassion forgives, grief regrets, anger remembers, love forgets.
Life's a struggle, full of joy and grief. Comes into your life, you never think it will leave.
Do not mourn over the happiness you were fortunate enough to possess, lest you turn that joy into grief. Be glad that you had what others may never in their lives experience. The gods have dealt kindly with you, Daughter.
Grief strikes where love struck first.
Weep for the oppressed, mourn for the discouraged, cry for the poor, grieve for the heartbroken, but do neither for evil or foolish people.
Dealing with your rage and grief will give you life. That is both the good news and the bad news: The solution is at hand. Wherever the great dilemma exists is where the great growth is, too." —Anne Lamott
The really unhappy person is the one who leaves undone what they can do, and starts doing what they don't understand; no wonder they come to grief.
Happy endings are climax of movies, in reality people die with their griefs,accept this truth and learn to deal with this ,Doesn't matter heart but back must be strong, we don't know how many knives people will stabbed there
In Life, we have two choices after being heartbroken, we can become bitter or better. Always choose the latter!-Better
A moment of hope makes grief even more difficult to bear.
Knowledge Strategy Execution
Motivation is a byproduct of action, not the catalyst for it.
Control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you.
Today is a new day. Stop living in the past.
Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, then be great.
Your goals should scare you a little and excite you a lot.
