Sympathy Quotes

Standing, walking, coming through the line
greeting you, for a moment, sharing
but a snapshot, a burst, of what I was feeling,
so small compared to the enormity
the reality of your loss.
Feeling so small, standing in the line,
before I approached you.
Thinking of what his loss
means to me, to so many,
as written in the paper
Murmured in the court, on the phone
with out practitioners.
Reading so many stories,
so many telling words,
the lives he touched, changed
for the better, truly.
Of his help to me,
guidance and rebuttal,
chastised and cajoled
Feeling the loss of him
so acutely, still.

(Poem By Raymond A. Foss)

Virtue runs before the muse
And defies her skill,
She is rapt, and doth refuse
To wait a painter’s will.

Star-adoring, occupied,
Virtue cannot bend her,
Just to please a poet’s pride,
To parade her splendor.

The bard must be with good intent
No more his, but hers,
Throw away his pen and paint,
Kneel with worshippers.

Then, perchance, a sunny ray
From the heaven of fire,
His lost tools may over-pay,
And better his desire.

(Poem By Ralph Waldo Emerson)

I have lost, and lately, these
Many dainty mistresses
Stately Julia, prime of all
Sapho next, a principal
Smooth Anthea, for a skin
White, and heaven-like crystalline
Sweet Electra, and the choice
Myrha, for the lute and voice.
Next, Corinna, for her wit
And the graceful use of it
With Perilla:–All are gone
Only Herrick’s left alone,
For to number sorrow by
Their departures hence, and die.

(Poem By Robert Herrick)

Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.

(Poem By William Butler Yeats)

A loss of something ever felt I –
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was — of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out –

Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is –
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces –

And a Suspicion, like a Finger                            
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven

(Poem By Emily Dickinson)

Floss won’t save you from an Abyss
But a Rope will –
Notwithstanding a Rope for a Souvenir
Is not beautiful –

But I tell you every step is a Trough –
And every stop a Well –
Now will you have the Rope or the Floss?
Prices reasonable –

(Poem By Emily Dickinson)