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“Weep, Mothers, weep o'er the loss of your dear ones
The Fathers and Children who are strewn amongst the dead,
The Explosion has fill'd the whole district with sadness
For homes that are lonely, and hearts that have bled.
My partner is gone, and my children are missing-
Sobs a heartbroken Mother in agony wild;
Great God, can it be? We are parted for ever,
Shall I never more see my dear husband and child.
T'was but early today, they left our own dwelling,
Me thought they seem'd happy contented and free:
How he'd spend his Whit week my poor boy was telling,
As he bound away with his innocent glee.
He oft join'd in play with youthful companions,
In the hedges and lanes, he delighted to roam
It seems strange to me, that my poor lad has perish'd
Whilst his bosom companions are happy at home.
My dear husband kissed the sweet lips of our baby
In sorrow I think of it now 'tis past,
He bade us as usual a hearty good morning,
Nor thought for a moment it would be his last.
Last words, and last actions are ever endearing
We seldom forget what our dear ones have said,
Their last words and deeds, we treasure with fondness
We refer to them oft, when our loved ones are dead.
We miss each bright face in the family circle,
At their absence our hearts are bowed in despair;
We miss our dear child, when we see other children
And we weep o'er a father as we look at his chair.
The place where they sat round the table is vacant,
Their friend and companions, they called to resign:
What prayers the dear mothers have breathed for their safety,
E'er the fathers and sons have descended the mine.
Though they are dead they still live in a mother's affection,
She prays, O Father look down upon me
I trust to thy mercy in this hour of affliction
For I read that thou sav'd a thief on a tree.
Such conduct is worthy a wife and a mother
Whose love and affection is ever the same
She clings to her own where the heavens have darkened,
And she's faithful when enemies tarnish their flame.
There are sorrowing ones in the neighbourhood of Haydock,
God grant to them, his help may be given;
Though the present be dark may Hope fill the bosom,
That at last they shall meet with their lov'd ones in Heaven.
Let us each give our mite, in the cause of the widow-
To aid the poor orphans, there is room for each one;
If we give to the poor we lend to our maker
And to each willing helper he'll whisper “Well done”.”
[Unknown author, 1878. Printed copies were sold to raise money for the bereaved.]
“Weep Mothers Weep”, copper, 430mm x 430mm, Jim Plant, 2009
Lost Duck Umbrella.
Duck Head.
Duck Feet.
Feathers Embedded in clear vinyl.
Totally heartbroken over loss
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
I just returned from Ron Ben-Israel's sugar flower class at Flour Confections in Toronto. What an incredible experience! Lisa was a fabulous hostess and Ron was amazing. Less than 30 minutes after my kids got home from school today, one of my boxes got dumped on the floor. His brother "made him do it"
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
This beautiful Iranian girl looked heartbroken, crying softly as the sun set. I took this shot, not wanting to invade her privacy further by moving forward and including her face (though it would have improved this photo greatly).
As I walked away, two policemen waved me over to their parked car. "That's a foreigner", they stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, I know", I replied, maybe a little defensively, "I didnt take a picture of her face, I just thought it made a nice picture." At this point, I thought I was going to be reprimanded for harassing foreigners or something.
They simply stared at me before remarking, "She's sad..."
I nodded in agreement.
"...and beautiful." They smiled broadly. "Why don't you go talk to her? Ask her out. Make her happy!"
Ah, the Philippines. The police were trying to hook me up.
(Incidentally, I did ask if she was alright. And she smiled feebly through her tears. I dont think she understood English.)
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...Narcissus Tale..."
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... The river god Cephisus had once encircled Liriope with the windings of his streams, and thus trapping her, had seduced the nymph, who gave birth to an exceptionally beautiful boy. Concerned about the welfare of such a beautiful child, Liriope consulted the prophet Tiresias regarding her son's future. Tiresias told the nymph that Narcissus would live to a ripe old age, "if he didn't come to know himself...
... When he had reached "his sixteenth year",every youth and girl in the town was in love with him, but he haughtily spurned them all.
One day when Narcissus was out hunting stags, Echo stealthily followed the handsome youth through the woods, longing to address him but unable to speak first. When Narcissus finally heard footsteps and shouted "Who's there?", Echo answered "Who's there?"...
And so it went, until finally Echo showed herself and rushed to embrace the lovely youth. He pulled away from the nymph and vainly told her to leave him alone.
Narcissus left Echo heartbroken and she spent the rest of her life in lonely glens, pining away for the love she never knew, until only her voice remained...
... Nemesis heard this prayer and sent Narcissus his punishment. He came across a deep pool in a forest, from which he took a drink. As he did, he saw his reflection for the first time in his life and fell in love with the beautiful boy he was looking at, not realizing it was himself. Eventually, after pining away for a while, he realized that the image he saw in the pool was a reflection of himself...
Realizing that he could not act upon this love, he tore at his dress and beat at his body, his life force draining out of him. As he died, the bodyless Echo came upon him and felt sorrow and pity. His soul was sent to "the darkest hell" and the narcissus flower grew where he died. It is said that Narcissus still keeps gazing on his image in the waters of the river Styx....
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... El mito de Narciso..."
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... El dios-río Cefiso, después de raptar y violar a la náyade Liriope, engendró en ella a un joven de espléndida belleza, a quien dieron por nombre Narciso.
Preguntado sobre si el recién nacido tendría una larga vida, Tiresias, el sabio capaz de predecir el futuro, contestó cripticamente «Sí, siempre y cuando nunca se conozca a sí mismo..."
A lo largo de su vida, Narciso, va a provocar en hombres y mujeres, mortales y dioses, grandes pasiones, a las cuales no responde por su incapacidad para amar y para reconocer al otro.
Entre las jóvenes heridas por su amor estaba la ninfa Eco, quien había disgustado a Hera y por ello ésta le había condenado a repetir las últimas palabras de todo cuánto se le dijera. Eco fue, por tanto, incapaz de hablarle a Narciso de su amor por él, pero un día, cuando él estaba caminando por el bosque, acabó apartándose de sus compañeros. Cuando Narciso preguntó «¿Hay alguien aquí?», Eco contenta respondió: «Aquí, aquí». Incapaz de verla oculta entre los árboles, él le gritó: «¡Ven!». Después de responder: «Ven, ven», Eco salió de entre los árboles con los brazos abiertos. Narciso cruelmente se negó a aceptar su amor.
Tentado por Afrodita, al contemplar su imagen en el espejo de la superficie del agua, sintió una fascinación por su propia imagen de la que no pudo sustraerse. No podía tocar ni abrazar al ser que veía reflejado en el agua, pero tampoco podía apartar su vista de él.
Narciso, subyugado por la bella imagen de sí mismo que le devolvía el río, se retrajo de toda posible relación amorosa con otros seres, e incluso de atender sus propias necesidades básicas, y su cuerpo se fue consumiendo para terminar convertido en la flor narciso, una flor tan hermosa como maloliente.
Mientras tanto, Eco, consumida de melancolía, se retiró a una cueva donde su cuerpo también se consumió, quedando de ella solo una voz sin forma que repite, en la lejanía, la última frase o sílaba que se pronuncie..."
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4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
I loved Husker Du and saw them several times back in the 1980s. When they split, I was heartbroken because they seemed to have reached a creative zenith. I loved Bob Mould's solo efforts and even liked Grant Hart's group, Nova Mob.
But when Mould put together Sugar in the early 90s, I was floored.
This was taken at the Hollywood Palladium. The opener was Throwing Muses who I was really anxious to see. Unfortunately, my buddy Ron, who drove us from San Diego, was less committed to getting there on time, so we missed them. He's still a great friend, but I'll never forgive him for making me miss one of my favorite bands of the decade.
Every day, heartbroken Masha, a brown dachshund, waits in vain at a Siberian hospital for her owner who died a year ago. Her sad tale mirrors that of the famously loyal Japanese dog Hachiko who waited for his master at a train station for 10 years. Owing to the similarities between the two dogs, Masha […]
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AlexIII's turn for portraits - Dollmore Cold Heartbroken Kara Klum, made slightly different by me XD
only slightly.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
Our Beloved Tucker - April 15, 2001 - March 6, 2007
An exceptional cat whom never met a human he didn't like.
I posted what happened at the head of this set. We're heartbroken and still wishing to wake up to it being a bad dream.
Thank you dear ones for your heartfelt comments on my kitty Tucker. Thank you Darlene for the wonderful picture ... it made me smile and conveys the warm loving person you are. You are a very special lady.
Here is my little Tucker, I will do a tribute page for him on here soon as I have a moment to breathe.
I will miss him terribly .. he was one of a kind. We're in the denial stage right now ... and seeing him at every turn in the house. He was still a baby for heavens sake. His little companion Sophie is staying close to me ... she has never been without him so this will be hard for her too. She got to say goodbye before he died which sent me balling my eyes out.
Love you all and appreciate your kindness. HUUUUGGGGS, Joy
OMG ... Bless your heart Darlene, what a sweet ... very touching thing to do! Thank you so much to you all for your support and hugs. We'll get through okay but geez it's one of those times when you say "Enough Already". Our Tucker was only six which makes it extremely hard especially when he was fine only a couple of weeks ago. NO signs of anything this wrong. Sophie his other half is wandering around to his spots sniffing and then staying really close to me. They both graced our home at the same time almost 6 years ago from totally different litters and only three weeks apart. This all came about after losing our 16 year old cat Triscat to feline leukemia. The day I went to pick up Trissy's ashes is when I met Sophie at the vet. She had been abandoned by her momma and was only two weeks old. I held her, she bit my nose and that was it! The vet kept her and took care of her until she was ready to come home with me. Meanwhile my daughter brought Tucker home from a litter her friends barn cat had and he just melted our hearts too with is blue eyes so we now had two kitties to bless our days with silliness and love at a time when the loss was so fresh.
Tucker was one of a kind, very docile, friendly, no hissing, no scratching nor biting. He is the kind of cat you can dress up and put in the baby buggy .. or was. He was a big kitty too ...at one point almost 20 lbs. but after he got hit by a car and survived he lost some and stuck at around 14lbs. but not fat either.
My daughter picked up his ashes yesterday so now he and Trissy will have a place with us still as we don't have a home of our own to bury them in a special place.
Now he is my little Tucky Angel and I can picture him being led around by Trissy and all of our past dogs and cats showing him the ropes across the Rainbow Bridge. I know he will always be in my heart and am so very grateful to have had him grace our lives with such an abundance of antics that will make us smile when we think of him.
I really am thankful for having my friends whom understand and care enough to lighten my heart and make me smile. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here. Soon as I get a chance I want to do a little tribute page for him to share and also have to do a kind of scrapbook spread for my daughter who he chose to come home with at the time.
Now, no need to worry about us, tears are inevitable and good for you, we have been through tougher times than this but as you know ... these kinds of things tug at the heart strings so hard. We've started this year out with two very sad deaths in the family, my husband getting injured at work and now our Tucky ... such is life and we will survive. Like I said we have been through worse ... long story another time.
So dear ones I wish for you to all have a safe and happy weekend and send each of you hugs for caring. Flickr has become another haven of friendship for which I am truly thankful. Please give your furbabies a cuddle for me and take care.
Be well my friends, love yas, Joy
Darlene at Luv2Flickr did a wonderful picture card for me. To see it please visit her at ...
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As it turns out as I add this now (end of March), Tucker's demise might very well be linked to the recent and ongoing pet food recall here in N. America. I fed him one of the Named foods a couple of weeks before he died. All of his symptoms in the end are identical to what they have said to look out for. This is making it all the more heartbreaking. He wasn't ill prior and in good health ... as well as being a young cat. You just never know. My vet agrees too so now, all the appropriate measures are being taken to add our name to the list of pet owners who have lost a dear sweet furbaby to this horrible nightmare. :o{
EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam!
Party: Heartbroken
Venue: Studio80
Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Oops. I totally forgot to tell you guys. Well actually, I don't know if I forgot or was too heartbroken and didn't want to bring up the subject. Probably the second one..
I found him the morning of May 15 just laying there.. So I'm pretty sure he went peacefully in his sleep. He was running in his wheel happily just the day before. I buried him next to Potato, Daisy, and Puff. So he's reunited with his brothers and sisters.
The thing is, I usually don't play favorites, but Mochi was my favorite hamster out of all my previous ones. He was the cuddliest and loved massages *so* much. So.. I guess losing him made me want to stop with the hamsters. I'm not gonna be getting another hamster after this. I'm afraid of going through all the heartbreak after a hamster passes. Just when you're totally in love with them, they have to pass away.. One or two years is just too short for me. :/ So I'm mainly going to be concentrating on Ares. I also bought a small two gallon aquarium, because I'm gonna be getting a betta fish. For me, the pain of losing a fish isn't as great because you never get to cuddle with them or play with them or anything. However, in the future, I may go back on my word and get another hamster, if I really can't resist..
Our CPC is heartbroken to say goodbye to our dear friend and colleague far too soon. On our drive to his funeral today, we were moved to see so many in Gord Brown’s community honour him by putting their lawn signs up. Gord was a man who loved and worked hard for the people of his community, and his dedication to them will live on in our memories.
Le PCC a le cœur brisé de dire adieu à notre grand ami et collègue parti beaucoup trop tôt. Sur le chemin de ses funérailles aujourd’hui, nous avons été émus de voir tant de membres de la communauté de Gord Brown lui rendre hommage en installant leurs pancartes. Gord était un homme qui aimait les gens de sa communauté et qui travaillait fort pour eux. Son dévouement restera bien vivant dans nos mémoires.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
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4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
4th Annual Heartbreak Karaoke Valentine Party: fundraiser for Worn Fashion Journal. February 14th, 2011 in Toronto. Photography by Andrew Agnew-Iler.
I am heartbroken to see that Dave Prowse has died. Im not too surprised though as he'd been retired a few years ago and has been getting ill as time went on. He played many parts as well as bodybuilder and trainer, as well as Darth Vader, the guy in A Clockwork Orange and the Monster in a Hammer Frankenstein movie (which I dont have). I was hoping to meet him a few years ago as well but that fell thru but its for the best. I do have a few autographs that I got mailed directly from him and thats enough. I always loved Vader and the way he played him gave so much character to the performance. He will be missed. May the Force be with you, always.