Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.
I know, to banish anger altogether from one's breast is a difficult task. It cannot be achieved through pure personal effort. It can be done only by God's grace.
Grief causes suffering and disease.
Grief is characterized much more by waves of feeling that lessen and reoccur, it's less like stages and more like different states of feeling.
Grief changes shape, but it never ends.
Grief releases love and it also instills a profound sense of connection.
I have experienced firsthand the tremendous impact breast cancer has on the women who fight it and the loved ones who support them. This is a disease that catches you unaware and, without the right resources, leaves you feeling frightened and alone.
Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away.
Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.