Quotes About Grief

For the soul, grief is an expression of love, and every expression of love is healing. If we resist grief, we literally wrap energy around our pain and lock it into place. Crying is the body's natural means for clearing such energetic density; tears keep energy flowing and so allow for further healing.

duelo es un proceso gradual del corazón, que hay que vivir suavemente y en gracia, con atención y con compasión por nosotros mismos.

We live in other people. And when one of our friends dies, then that part of us that has lived in him dies, too.

Tears don't hurt like the ache does.

I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

The dead will only be dead if you stop remembering them.

we lost our son, Anne, as did many others, but we have our memories of him and souls cannot die. We can still walk with Walter in the spring.

How difficult it is to realize that one we have always known can really be dead, said Anne

And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.

He believed he was dead and used to rage at his wife because she wouldn't bury him. I'd a-done it.

Holmes speaks of grief "staining backward" through the pages of life; but Valancy found her happiness had stained backward likewise and flooded with rose-colour her whole previous drab existence. She found it hard to believe that she had ever been lonely and unhappy and afraid.

Night is beautiful when you are happy—comforting when you are in grief—terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

Peter was going to die—to DIE.

Oh, this is the most TRAGICAL thing that ever happened to me!

We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

No había lágrimas, solo el mismo dolor horrible de pena y tristeza que siguió haciéndole daño hasta que se quedó dormida

tasted the bitterness of death

Ma vie est un parfait cimetière d'espoirs ensevelis.

On the evening after Mrs. Myra Murray of the over-harbour section had been buried Miss Cornelia and Mary Vance came up to Ingleside. There were several things concerning which Miss Cornelia wished to unburden her soul.

Grief is ever proud.

We could not really believe that Peter was going to die—to DIE. Old people died. Grown-up people died. Even children of whom we had heard died. But that one of US—of our merry little band— should die was unbelievable. We could not believe it. And yet the possibility struck us in the face like a blow. We sat on the mossy stones under the dark old evergreens and gave ourselves up to wretchedness. We all, even Dan, cried, except the Story Girl.

at last tears were all wept out and the little patient ache that was to be in her heart until she died took their place.