Quotes About Grief

When Dad passed away, grandpa took on that mantle of teaching me how to tackle at football or taking me and mum to cricket.

Devastated...grief-stricken. You were alive, but the way you looked... I didn't think you'd ever recover. And it tore me apart to think of that happening to you so young.

My mother was right. With their speed, even our fifteen-minute lead might not be enough. And yet, I still couldn't take a step. I couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was. He couldn't be dead. If he was, then surely I would be dead too.

Learning about all those different things psychologically - about grief and my own addictions and problems and stuff like that, and really getting an education on it, I think it was part of the process of it, learning about it and trying to lick it.

Going through the grief period of my dad and losing him - that was the worst thing because you know when you get that call. When you are seven, eight years old, you have that almost vision in your mind of what that's going to be like and what your going to feel like and it doesn't prepare you.

I thought you liked suffering and death. I mean... you always look like suffering and death.

War happens inside a man," Eric Sevareid concluded. "It happens to one man alone. It can never be communicated.… A million martyred lives leave an empty place at only one family table.

I felt lonely then. This is the time when you need somebody. This is the time when it is good to have a wife, and children, to absorb your grief, to hold on to you. This is when you pay, and pay and pay, for pretending that you don't need anybody.

I had seen my mother cry from pain and grief and misery, when I was a child. I had never seen her cry from happiness until they called out my name and I walked up to get that prize, then handed it to her.

She passed November 25, 2002,' he said, pointing to a sepia-toned photo of them taken when they were still young. 'She was a wife to me, boy,' he said, and then he looked around the room, his eyes fierce, as if daring someone to disagree. He is asked if he has anything else to say about baseball, but he is lost now, in a place even the cheers cannot reach, cannot brighten.

A lot of the people dancing were the same ones I had seen the night before. One of them, Ted Couvillion, said hello. "My wife died of cancer two years ago," he said. He vanished into his grief, until his friends dragged him out dancing. Now, every week, he dances and dances his way out of heartache. I can't dance a lick. But I have two bags of cracklin's in the trunk of my car.

He was slumped over, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. I shook his furry hip, thinking, No! Even if you are half barnyard animal, you're my best friend and I don't want you to die!

I'd like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal maiden at a time. --Percy Jackson

Funerals in México are also about drowning sorrow with liquor. The coffee is spiked with tequila

historical record.3 Such a death, some people say, hurts

Every human being on earth has two things in common. Death and a broken heart.

I knew I would have to relearn how to listen to music, and that some of the music we'd loved together I'd never be able to hear again.

It's not human to let go of love, even when it's dead.

Some records turned out better than others: Off the Ground quite rotten, Flaming Pie and New and Chaos and Creation in the Backyard quite excellent. One of my favorites is Run Devil Run, from 1999, the year after Linda died

The way I pictured it, all this grief would be like a winter night when you're standing outside. You'll warm up once you get used to the cold. Except after you've been out there for awhile, you feel the warmth draining out of you and you realize the opposite is happening; you're getting colder and colder, as the body heat you brought outside with you seeps out of your skin. Instead of getting used to it, you get weaker the longer you endure it.

My dad? He died when I was 19, which is a bad time for your dad to die, because there's an awful lot of things you have to resolve with your parents past your teens if you've been a difficult teenager.

All at once she could hear the sullen patter of the rain and sense the sigh of the wind behind it. She remembered the sound, because it had rained like that the day Mom was buried, the day they lowered her into that little rectangle of darkness.

Overheard at a gravesite: "And they all said 'I'm sorry for your loss,' as if you were someone who could ever be taken from me."

it is necessary to do our grief processing, to feel our feelings. It is necessary to go through the black hole. That is the reason we came into body in this lifetime - to go through that black hole, to do this healing! The time has come for you to remember that. This is your wake-up call. It is not the first and it probably will not be the last. But it is not an accident or a coincidence that you are reading this today.