Affection Quotes
Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churning bile and burnt hairfeels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying
But in all of the sadness, when you’re feeling that your heart is empty, and lacking, You’ve got to remember that grief isn’t the absence of love. Grief is the proof that love is still there.
Our relationship had been doomed form the start, because it was based on grief, and unlike love, grief eventually passed.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom
Love was holding someone's hand when you wanted to escape.
Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.
What I think is that there is no perspective in grief, or in love. How can there be, when one person becomes the center of the universe - either because he has been lost or because he has been found?
Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.
He thinks he can see all her grief in her face, all her love and empty days.
The captain’s eyes betrayed what his countenance must conceal: the anguish of an ancient being who must honour his birthright by living beyond those whom he would have given much to keep.
She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.
My friends love me terribly, and their grief will be a screaming storm if I die.
The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.
'The grief didn't fade, but it changed into something I could carry around with me, a noose I wore around my neck. It wasn't until I saw you that the knot loosened.'
He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder.
For as long as it takes for the sorrow and pain to transfer into acceptance. I’ll stay here. With you. By your side. I won’t leave.”“Promise?”“Vow.” I placed his hands gently on the piano. “I vow.
We don't get to choose the things that happen to us in life. What we can choose is how to react to them, how we deal with them, and how we move on.
I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.
Grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels....
Love is love, and loss is loss. We all love, and we all die, and everyone suffers the pain of grieving. The trick is to enjoy what you have while you have it.
Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out...though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love.
(...) and then I realized there was no one else to call, which was the saddest thing. The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death was Augustus Water.
...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...
...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...
...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...
...it is love, imperfect and unordered, that keeps them apart, even as it holds them somehow together...
I wish I believed him. He's looking at me like he can see where I begin.
It was a look that suggested emotions happening just past your line of sight: a grief so deep you'd never be able to see it, a love so fierce it could swallow itself completely.
I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)
oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)
...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)
As I walk through the redwood trees, my sneakers sopping up days of rain, I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes, when grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
You have to have something to love. Something to fight for to make living a goal instead of a job.
Religion without reason is like making love without love.
The religion that I advocate, and so did the mortal humans known as Jesus, Buddha and Nanak, is the religion of love, compassion and self-realization.
I don’t want to take away anybody’s religion, but simply to make them see what religion really means.
Christ did to the Jewish orthodoxy, what Buddha did to the Hindu orthodoxy.
Jesus recognized that God within him and became Christ - so did Siddhartha Gautama and became Buddha - so did I - and so can you.
