Unexpressed Grief Quotes & Sayings

And were your back as broad as heaven, and your purse full of gold, and did your compassion reach from here to hell itself, there is nothing you can do. — Alan Paton

Please don't tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home. — Khadija Rupa

I am not that thrilled about the way our records sound anyway. Don't get me wrong, I work hard on them and I want them to sound fantastic but I'm happy to have another interpretation of them anyway. — Wayne Coyne

I saw within Its depth how It conceives
All things in a single volume bound by Love
of which the universe is the scattered leaves. — Dante Alighieri

If with love thy heart has burned;
If thy love is unreturned;
Hide thy grief within thy breast,
Though it tear thee unexpressed. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

America has never gotten in a war because we were too strong. — Ronald Reagan

Do not let the words or actions of others make you doubt yourself. — Sissy Silva

Unexpressed grief leaves the deepest scars. — Marty Rubin

Emotions have their own movement. They move like waves: huge tsunami waves, choppy rapids, or long slow tides. The best way I know to work with emotion, especially strong and difficult emotion is to let it move like a wave, allow it to complete its movement and, eventually, to leave. If the movement gets held back, if it gets trapped and stagnates, or an inner turbulence stirs, the unexpressed emotion and grief can turn into physical illness, fatigue, depression, anxiety, or other displaced emotion. — Sharon Weil

Age is not important unless you're a cheese. — Helen Hayes

There's nothing wrong with wanting a partner and doing the things to have one. To protect ourselves, we have to say, 'I don't need one.' — Hill Harper

If he had to spend the evening with madwomen, he would prefer at least one of them be willing to let him grope her. — Thomm Quackenbush

The public wants work which flatters its illusions. — Gustave Flaubert

The next day Georgia left for school before I even got to the breakfast table. From behind his newspaper, Papy asked tiredly, Are you girls on World War Four now, or is it Five? — Amy Plum