Wendell Berry Quotes about Grief

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I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

Life, Grief, Generosity

Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.79, Counterpoint Press

I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

Wendell Berry

Grief, Believe, Forever

Wendell Berry (2000). “Jayber Crow: A Novel”, Counterpoint LLC

New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

Wendell Berry

Hurt, Grief, Believe

Wendell Berry (2000). “Jayber Crow: A Novel”, Counterpoint LLC

I began to know my story then. Like everybody's, it was going to be the story of living in the absence of the dead. What is the thread that holds it all together? Grief, I thought for a while. And grief is there sure enough, just about all the way through. From the time I was a girl I have never been far from it. But grief is not a force and has no power to hold. You only bear it. Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

Wendell Berry

Girl, Grief, Dark

Returning from the wilderness a man becomes a restorer of order, a preserver. He sees the truth, recognizes his true heir, honors his forbears and his heritage, and gives his blessing to his successors. He embodies the passing of human time, living and dying within the human limits of grief and joy.

Wendell Berry

Grief, Blessing, Men

Wendell Berry (1978). “The unsettling of America: culture & agriculture”, Random House (NY)

After a while, though the grief did not go away from us, it grew quiet. What had seemed a storm wailing through the entire darkness seemed to come in at last and lie down.

Wendell Berry

Lying, Grief, Darkness

The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief, either.

Wendell Berry

Grief, Doe, World

I took her into bed with me and propped myself up with pillows against the headboard to let her nurse. As she nursed and the milk came, she began a little low contented sort of singing. I would feel milk and love flowing from me to her as once it had flowed to me. It emptied me. As the baby fed, I seemed slowly to grow empty of myself, as if in the presence of that long flow of love even grief could not stand.

Wendell Berry

Baby, Grief, Nurse

Wendell Berry (2005). “Hannah Coulter: A Novel”, p.55, Counterpoint Press