“I thank God who slowly dressed me in a heavy skin, otherwise I would now be dead.”
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Grieving Quotes — page 117 of 132
“Writing is a holy chore.”
“It doth not hurt", whispered a faint voice, "She will take you life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She'll take your joy. And one day you'll wake and your heart and soul will have gone. A husk you'll be, a wisp you'll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten.”
“So," he asked. "How's death?" "Hard," she said. "It just keeps going.”
“It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.”
“You mourn, for it is proper to mourn. But your grief serves you; you do not become a slave to grief. You bid the dead farewell, and you continue.”
“She's not dead. You didn't kill her, nor did the hunger birds, although they did their best to get to you through her. She's been given her ocean. One day, in its own time, the ocean will give her back.I thought of corpses and of skeletons with pearls for eyes. I thought of mermaids with tails that flicked when they moved, like my goldfishes' tails had flicked before my goldfish had stopped moving, to lie, belly up, like Lettie, on the top of the water. I said, 'Will she be the same?”
“Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.”
“It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.”
“My dad passed away...and suddenly I found myself at the top of the tree and looking at the sky instead of at my mom and dad.”
“Death is in truth an illness from which we recover”
“L'ide e qu'on mourra est plus cruelle que mourir, mais moins que l'ide e qu'un autre est mort. The idea of dying is worse than dying itself, but less cruel than the idea that another has died.”
“Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.”
“Until, one day, she wasn’t.”
“There are some losses we never get over.”
“Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.”
“Raven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes wide. Then she begins teetering backward, and I know that she is dead. Falling, falling, falling . . .”
“Finishing books - and leaving the world you've created - is always a kind of emotionally wrenching experience. I usually cry.”
“Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I found me a werewolf, a nasty old mutt It showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut. Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I was stopped by a vampire, a rotting old wreck It showed me its teeth and went straight for my neck. Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won't make it home, I'm already half-dead. I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart. -From "A Child's Walk Home," Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales”
“I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.”