George Eliot Quotes

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

Nothing dries sooner than tears.

Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

One feels as if it could never, never be less. And yet all griefs, when there is no bitterness in them, are soothed down by time.

I just can't think how I would go on without children having lost Edith already... It's too upsetting for me to write about them. Naturally, I still hope, and wait, wait, wait.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

It took me a long time to write again because Katrina destroyed the home I loved, and that robbed me of hope.

We can see loss as something missing, but that missing space can be filled with something else, and that creates healing.

My book 'Trust Your Heart', which is the story of my life, will be followed by 'Singing Lessons', a memoir of love, loss, hope, and healing, which talks about the death of my son and the hope that has been the aftermath of the healing from that tragedy.

I suppose I'm interested in sorrow, which is very different from depression or despair. Sorrow is continuous with the world; it allows for creativity.

Suffering is traumatic and awful and we get angry and we shake our fists at the heavens and we vent and rage and weep. But in the process we discover a new tomorrow, one we never would have imagined otherwise.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.

If our hearts are ready for anything, we can open to our inevitable losses, and to the depths of our sorrow. We can grieve our lost loves, our lost youth, our lost health, our lost capacities. This is part of our humanness, part of the expression of our love for life.

When people are grieving, it's kind of like a storm, and you need something to grab onto, but often you have to brave it on your own.

Time takes away the grief of men.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. I will not try it. Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.

They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.

My writing comes not from the happy moments, but from struggle and grief.

Let us remember that sorrow alone is the creator of great things.

Do not measure your loss by itself; if you do, it will seem intolerable; but if you will take all human affairs into account you will find that some comfort is to be derived from them.

Most people are remarkably resilient. Even those who have been through war or great loss often find reservoirs of strength. But the legacy of trauma is a heavy burden to bear.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.