<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Grief_Thoughts"><title>Grief Quotes and Notes - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/</link><description>I will take grief quotes and add my thoughts.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998941" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998912" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998882" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998849" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998827" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998799" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998762" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998742" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998716" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998698" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998941"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998941</link><description>Tears have a wisdom all their own. They come when a person has relaxed enough to let go and to work through his sorrow. They are the natural bleeding of an emotional wound, carrying the poison out of the system. Here lies the road to recovery. --- F. Alexander Magoun Some scientists believe that...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998912"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998912</link><description>"In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief." - Emily Giffin, Heart of the Matter. You may want to blame the universe for your loved one's death. You may want to curse the sky, fate, or whatever force took this person's gift from you. Anger is fast, and it gives you...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998882"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998882</link><description>"Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I'm heavy, like there's too much gravity on my heart." - Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer. For longer than you expect, your loss...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998849"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998849</link><description>"Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry." - Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense When death comes, even an expected one, there is always a degree of shock. It is so final. You may think you know how you'll react, but the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998827"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998827</link><description>"My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today." - Richard Adams, Watership Down When we suffer a loss, we feel very alone. It is ironic, for grief, like love, is one of the most human and timeless of experiences. When you grieve, you are joining millions who have walked...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998799"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998799</link><description>"I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed." - Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits. You may be wondering why, after more than a month of living with this loss, you still don't enjoy music or laugh at jokes or see beauty around you. Grief moves...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998762"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998762</link><description>"When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain." - Khalil Gibran, The Prophet. 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Reach out and...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998716"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998716</link><description>"Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998698"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Grief_Thoughts/998698</link><description>"There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that, back on earth, her sister missed her too much and was way too sad, so she crossed paths that would not have crossed, took some moments in her hand, shook them up, and spilled them like dice over the...</description></item></rdf:RDF>