Quotes About Grief

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss--you have gone and lost something else.

Just as he heralded the importance of expressing other kinds of emotions, Fred felt it essential to give others permission to grieve over the losses in their lives. He learned that lesson himself when he was six years old.

Death may feel like an amputation at the time of the loss, but if the connection is still vibrant, perhaps those aren't phantom pains haunting us but the spirit of love.

I thought your boyfriend died?" Nicky asked, and it was actually a good question, and I was so mad that I wasn't even embarrassed to answer him. "We were three," I choked out. "I had a night lover and a day lover," I said, and it felt like poetry, just to say it there in public in the middle of the quad, under the foggy sun. "And they loved each other like night loves the day. And then the night lover died, and the day lover and I were naked in the sunshine, with only ourselves for cover.

He didn't scream hysterically or stand up and kick the headstone or any of that. He put his face on his knees and listened as the wind from the mountains mercilessly leveled everything in its path. He remembered the person who had helped him fly with the wind instead of being beaten down by it, and he cried quietly into his knees, finally knowing how the big of the sky could make a person feel as alone as a heartbeat in space.

It's like... I don't see in color anymore, you know? I look at something and I think I know what it looks like, and then I think about what the world would look like without Deacon, and it goes to black and white.

He'd been there as the brothers had grieved, had seen the damage wreaked on someone who should have been young and beautiful, but who instead had wasted in the poison of his parents' garden.

It's okay," he said quietly. "We break one or two every year. They were Mommy's—it's like she gives us a way to let her slip out of our minds.

You're…." He bit his lip then, and a look of sorrow crossed his face. "What?" But Kelly knew. His mother never said it, but the portrait was still up in the living room. "You look more like your dad every day.

If you thought it was my goddamned fault, couldn't you have called me and told me he was gone? it would have been fucking plus to come to his fucking funeral, you bloodless whore - you ever think of that?

I may have loved someone again, but there'd be a big chunk of my heart missing in that, because a thing like that just doesn't grow back, you hear?

We were all pretty wrecked when my dad died last year. It was so unexpected—one doctor's appointment and suddenly he had cancer and a month to live.

Someday, he thought as he went under, he really would sleep forever. Waking up was just too damned much trouble. Without Kelly, everything was. When Your Head is in the Stars, You're Everywhere "KELLY, HE'S crying.

That was what you got when you stayed up all night, talking to a teenager about his beloved older brother, who actually had succeeded in killing himself with his own fucking valor. That was what you got when you wandered around in a hospital, chased relentlessly by ghosts who all moaned terrible messages about being alone, forever alone, locked in a box, submerged in your own bitterness.

You get killed, Ace, I'm goin' out and blowin' the first ten guys I find. I'll curse your name every time they come.

Dad was close to the kid, and he was devastated. He came home and yelled at the kitchen table for having dings in it, and at the counters for being old, and then he sat on the kitchen floor and cried. Mom came out of her room and sat down next to him, and they cried together,

You're still grieving the weight away," she observed, blowing my mind. "Let go of the sadness; maybe you can keep some of the fat.

È come se… non vedessi più le cose a colori, sai? Guardo qualcosa e penso di sapere com'è, e poi penso a come sembrerebbe il mondo senza Deacon, e tutto diventa bianco e nero.

Sometimes losing a pet is more painful than losing a human because in the case of the pet, you were not pretending to love it.

Steven's gone," April cried. "My baby's out in the storm, him and the dog are both gone!

I think I've always been somebody, since the deaths of my father and brother, who was afraid to hope. So, I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.

I lost twins at 14 weeks, and I had to have an D and C on my birthday.

Parfois, il est vrai, le coeur veut crever de chagrin. Mais souvent aussi, le soir de préférence, je ne puis m'empêcher de penser qu'Ernie Levy, mort six millions de fois, est encore vivant, quelque part, je ne sais où... Hier, comme je tremblais de désespoir au milieu de la rue, cloué au sol, une goutte de pitié tomba d'en haut sur mon visage; mais il n'y avait nul souffle dans l'air, aucun nuage dans le ciel... il n'y avait qu'une présence.