Widows Quotes

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Roman Payne
“May a man live well-enough and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.”
Roman Payne, Cities & Countries

Lynne Gentry
“It's never too late to start over!”
Lynne Gentry, Reinventing Leona

Roman Payne
“May a man live well-, and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.”
Roman Payne

Lauren Groff
“WIDOW. The word consumes itself, said Sylvia Plath, who consumed herself.”
Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies

John Updike
“People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people any more, they're just ssoul-less sheep.”
John Updike, The Widows of Eastwick

Siri Hustvedt
“Widowers marry again because it makes their lives easier. Widows often don't, because it makes their lives harder. [p. 61]”
Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men
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“Additionally, many widows took over family shops or businesses- and, not uncommonly, ran them better than their dead husbands. Y.pestis [black death germ] turns out to have been something of a feminist.”
John Kelly, The Great Mortality: An Intimate History of the Black Death, the Most Devastating Plague of All Time

“Officially, the New Testament church at an early stage took seriously their responsibility for widows who lacked family or other resources. The office of deacon was instituted initially to address this pressing need.”
Carolyn Custis James, The Gospel of Ruth: Loving God Enough to Break the Rules

“How are you?
I'm shattered, thanks, how are you? I walk aimlessly through the rooms of my house, what have you been up to? I have woken up in the middle of the last 240 nights in a heart-pounding sweat, what's new with you? I sometimes wish I would never wake up, have you been on vacation this year? I ache for the arms of my sweetheart to hold me tight, how's your family? I feel barren and useless and creepy and mundane, seen any good movies lately? I'm terrified that I'll feel this way forever, I like that sweater you're wearing. I keep seeing his body on the hospital gurney, don't you love this weather. My broken heart is in my throat, let's do lunch. I'm so completely and utterly tired of being sad, thanks, how are you?”
Christine Silverstein

“I love you.
I want to know what you are going through, if not now, then some day I want to sit with you and hear it. My imagination is not big enough to comprehend the emotions you are having. How small and insignificant all of this worldly stuff must seem to you. Can you talk? You must miss him intensely. You must think about him in every moment. Which is harder for you, being alone or being in the world of people? Life must feel surreal to you.”
Christine Silverstein

Laura Brodie
“Was it possible to love a man who made you feel ridiculous? Of course [.....], love was complicated, that was all. Or was love simple, and marriage was complicated? In seventeen years of marriage David had often left her feeling frustrated, and furious, and disgusted, yes - but he had also made her feel beautiful, and protected, and loved. And oh, what she would give to feel loved right now.”
Laura Brodie, The Widow's Season

“Feel sorry for yourself.
Sure, your tiny steel-ribbed mother told you never to do that,
But who the hell is going to do it for you?
"Piangi, piangi," the old man in the opera tells Violetta.
"Cry, honey, cry." Do it right.
Do it yourself.”
Lise Menn

“Young widows are always a painful sight to see. Jilted brides are even more pitiful than young widows—at least widows had been loved and cherished.”
Cristiane Serruya, Not A Book

“Days are not the way they were when he was alive.”
Christine Thiele

“Each day for me is filled with things that I used to look forward to in the morning. Now they feel empty and stressful. Handling my life by myself is sad for me. I liked being part of a team. I liked having someone else to share my day with every night.”
Christine Thiele

“I love you.
How many times have you been asked, "How are you" today? It's a dreadful question. It's an absurd question. Knowing you and seeing what has happened in your life makes me stop in my tracks and catch myself before I ask anyone that question again. How the hell can you answer that question in the aisle of a supermarket? Come back to the house, you say. Bring your toothbrush and call your boss. You will need a week to hear the complete answer. And you will never be the same if you listen. It's the question that the entire human race reduces itself to each and every day, in each and every encounter, and without the intention of ever truly hearing the answer.”
Christine Silverstein

“I love you.
I'm probably going to fail you. My life is full of distractions and I need to live my life. You understand this about me and everyone else, more than I can ever imagine. We need to live our lives. And so I fear that I am not there for you. And my own guilt about that is hard to face. Being with you scares me and makes me uneasy. It's hard to be around truth manifest. I'm not strong enough to hear your truth, know what you know and try to give you what you need. If I tell you this fear, will you still love me? I just want to sit with you, walk with you, hear your voice, hold your hand, be in your home, look at your face, watch you pet the cat, and beg you to trust me.”
Christine Silverstein

Donna Hilbert
“Interregnum of old life and new.
Angry with you
for this dislocation.
I loved you in my other life.”
Donna Hilbert

“How much she's learned through love
about everything, including that quadrant of self
visible only to others but exceptionally
accessed through the one who knows her best.”
Natasha Sajé

“Some things you have to do for yourself if you want them done right.
Ironing your favorite dress with the tricky collar,
Making hot chocolate the way you like it.
Feeling sorry for you.
Nobody else can do it properly.”
Lise Menn

“Look, it's like falling out of a twenty-story building.
All your good friends,
they try to puff themselves up for you as soft as possible,
But they're still only couch pillows.
They may save your life when you hit them,
But you're still gonna break every bone in your body.”
Lise Menn

“You think you've stopped crying
And then the blues come back,
You wonder what brought them:
The red pen?
The wind in the yard?
The plaid shirt in the bank?

Your buried grief seeps to the surface,
Like oil under tar sands.

Let it go. It's the rich black residue of the past,
Dead life becomes this stuff that sticks to the soles of your feet,
Welling up when it damned well pleases.
Let it go.”
Lise Menn

“I have yet to meet one widow who hasn't changed in monumental ways as she has coped with her loss. Most of us have gotten to the point where we are not the "pleasers" we once were. We say what we think, we realize that life is precious, and we don't have time to be anything less than who we really are.”
Catherine Tidd

Margaret Mitchell
“But she was a widow and she had to watch her behavior. Not for her the pleasures of unmarried girls. She had to be grave and aloof. Ellen had stressed this at great length after catching Frank's lieutenant swinging Scarlett in the garden swing and making her squeal with laughter. Deeply distressed, Ellen had told her how easily a widow might get herself talked about. The conduct of a widow must be twice as circumspect as that of a matron.

'And God only knows,' thought Scarlett, listening obediently to her mother's soft voice, 'matrons never have any fun at all. So widows might as well be dead.'

A widow had to wear hideous black dresses without even a touch of braid to enliven them, no flower or ribbon or lace or even jewelry, except onyx mourning brooches or necklaces made from the deceased's hair. And the black crepe veil on her bonnet had to reach to her knees, and only after three years of widowhood could it be shortened to shoulder length. Widows could never chatter vivaciously or laugh aloud. Even when they smiled, it must be a sad, tragic smile. And, most dreadful of all, they could in no way indicate an interest in the company of gentlemen. And should a gentleman be so ill bred as to indicate an interest in her, she must freeze him with a dignified but well-chosen reference to her dead husband. Oh, yes, thought Scarlett, drearily, some widows do remarry eventually, when they are old and stringy. Though Heaven knows how they manage it, with their neighbors watching. And then it's generally to some desperate old widower with a large plantation and a dozen children.”
Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

Valentine Okolo
“I have walked through many wars, carried the infant from the mother in a pool of red.”
Valentine Okolo, I Will Be Silent

Melissa  Gould
“I felt like I was failing at widowhood. I missed my husband, but no one knew that when they looked at me. They just saw a mom with blonde highlights going to yoga, picking up her daughter from school, buying groceries at Trader Joe’s. And now I was at a party with a date when I should have been home, grieving, all alone.
I didn’t look like a widow. I wasn’t acting like a widow. But I felt like a widow.
I guess I was just widowish.”
Melissa Gould, Widowish: A Memoir

Mwanandeke Kindembo
“In a socialist society, people are always motivated to achieve unity and the truest form of freedom—Organising themselves and coming to help those who are in need. You will find organisations such as social welfare, that take great care and give support to the poor, unemployed, old people, widows, etc.”
Mwanandeke Kindembo, Treatise Upon The Misconceptions of Narcissism

George Mackay Brown
“Yes, and what widows would stand on the shore at Rackwick this night and every night till all the bodies were found? Bella of The Harp and Jess of Topmast and Margaret-Ann of Sheepsay and Willa of Two-Waters and Mary of Hawkfell and Sara of Malthouse and Amos's Rachel with the unborn child in her, dark shrouded figures among the round red rocks of the beach. Night would come down from the hills on them, still their eyes would stare at this moving thing and that small glimmer out in the bay, bits of driftwood only, fleeting phosphorescence. They would shake their heads to one another. Then it would be too dark to know sea from land. They would walk home separately across the steep fields. Then in the lamplight an unfolding of shrouds, an opening of black bibles, a stony intentness of grief.”
George Mackay Brown, A Time To Keep and Other Stories

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Do not refuse to help widows nor orphans.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Do no wrong to the widows.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

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