When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss. It was more than that. It was the period in which we suffered more total losses than in all the rest of our life put together.
(John Berger (b. 1926), British author, critic. (repr. 1976). A Fortunate Man, p. 122 (1967).)
Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author. "Which Was the Dream?" (Written 1897), published in Which Was the Dream and Other Symbolic Writings, ed. John S. Tuckey (1967).
Unfinished story; real name is Samuel Langhorne Clemens.)
When my hands were pulled behind my back and upward It felt hurrendous..so I called upon jesus to help me now I know the suffering he felt...so on I went and prayed to the blessed mother I also felt her suffering with the loss of her child, Mother mary showed me the pain she felt...so I prayed to the blessed mother and to jesus and the lord above to.make my crying stop, a strong connection I feel
(While I was very unwell I had experiences I believe that religion saved me in life)
Being human means to cry when your mother dies or at the loss of a child. But when a person kills in the name of a god, or beast a woman on the excuse of honor and so with things of this nature, nothing called human is in this but just evil that must be combat accordingly.
If I use the media, even with tricks, to publicise a black youth being shot in the back in Teaneck, New Jersey ... then I should be praised for it, and it's more of a comment on them than me that it would take tricks to make them cover the loss of life.
(Al, Rev. Sharpton (b. 1954), U.S. civil rights campaigner. Independent on Sunday (London, April 21, 1991).)
I never saw love as luck, as that gift from the gods which put everything else in place, and allowed you to succeed. No, I saw love as reward. One could find it only after one's virtue, or one's courage, or self-sacrifice, or generosity, or loss, has succeeded in stirring the power of creation.
(Norman Mailer (b. 1923), U.S. author. Harry Hubbard, in Harlot's Ghost, Omega 6, Random House (1991).)
The history of modern art is also the history of the progressive loss of art's audience. Art has increasingly become the concern of the artist and the bafflement of the public.
(Henry Geldzahler (1935-1994), Belgian-born U.S. curator, art critic. repr. In The New Art: A Critical Anthology, ed. Gregory Battcock (1966, rev. 1973). "The Art Audience and the Critic," Hudson Review (New York, Spring 1965).)