Gideon Welles Quotes

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

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.

Grief is exhausting.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

'Blue Nights' is a story of loss: simple, wrenching, inconsolable loss.

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.

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

They'll take everything, even your tears.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

A loss feels like a loss.

I know how it feels to lose.

Nothing had prepared me for the depth of pain George's death precipitated.

I like dark, hopeless, beautiful tragedies.

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption.

Sorrow is properly that state of the mind in which our desires are fixed upon the past without looking forward to the future.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

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.

For Beatrice, I cherished, you perished, The world's been nightmarished.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

When grief is deepest, words are fewest.

My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.

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

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!