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Tag Name "Bereaved" (13)

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That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.
Brenna Yovanoff
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The bereaved cannot communicate with the unbereaved.
Iris Murdoch
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For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.
Khalil Gibran
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Most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak.
M. F. K. Fisher
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Dear God. Not only am I unemployed and homeless, but I also have a pregnant woman, bereaved dog, elephant, and eleven horses to take care of.
Sara Gruen
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Widows are divided into two classes - the bereaved and relieved.
Victor Robinson
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The bereaved had never any doubt about their dear ones' wishes and those wishes usually squared with their own inclinations.
Agatha Christie
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The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.
Edgar Allan Poe
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I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
Jandy Nelson
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Though it may be more romantic to picture the bereaved as gaunt, I imagine you can grieve as efficiently with chocolates as with tap water.
Lionel Shriver
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... most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak. What is more, they need a steak. Preferably they need it rare, grilled, heavily salted, for that way it is most easily digested, and most quickly turned into the glandular whip their tired adrenals cry for.
M. F. K. Fisher
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Noise and activity are the refuges of the bereaved and the guilty.
Veronica Roth
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My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.
William Blake