Maria W. Stewart Quotes

Grief is an emotion that's almost unplayable because you're in a separate emotional state; it's an inconsolable emotion.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

A loss feels like a loss.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.

Poets have always celebrated grief as one of the deepest human emotions.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano!

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

In our culture I think most people think of grief as sadness, and that's certainly part of it, a large part of it, but there's also this thorniness, these edges that come out.

It was the saddest day of my life.

Grief is a world you walk through skinned, unshelled.

I know what it's like to lose.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.

To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.

In the country of pain we are each alone.

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

Grief is exhausting.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.