“I reassured my mother that it didn’t matter to me if my face was not symmetrical. Me, who had always cared about my appearance, how my hair looked! But when you see death, things change. “It doesn’t matter if I can’t smile or blink properly,” I told her. “I’m still me, Malala. The important thing is God has given me my life.”
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Grieving Quotes — page 71 of 132
“My innocence didn't always help me, but it did preserve something in me that maybe others don't have anymore. I'm inside my bubble, you could say, and thankfully so, because I don't think daily life is always great. It protects me.”
“And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)”
“Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.”
“And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal”
“The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.”
“A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.”
“It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.”
“The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting his former wound resumes his arms.”
“Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town.”
“I did almost a year in prison, a year in prison, just because my name is Foxy Brown.”
“Being in jail, it's humbled me in a way I never imagined.”
“It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean. Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.”
“There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life. These are wine, women and song.”
“Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.”
“When I have trouble writing, I step outside my studio into the garden and pull weeds until my mind clears--I find weeding to be the best therapy there is for writer's block.”
“There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them.”
“But when one masters this wretched desire, which is so hard to overcome, then one's sorrows just drop off, like a drop of water off a lotus.”
“Disasters will always come and go, leaving their victims either completely broken or steeled and seasoned and better able to face the next crop of challenges that may occur.”
“One hour of compassionate deep listening can bring about transformation and healing.”