Quotes About Grief

The day I turned sixteen years old I had no idea that in a few weeks nearly everyone I cared about would be dead.

Imagine me gone, imagine it's just the two of you. What do you do?

This is the thing I have discovered: Michael's being gone doesn't mean we stop trying to save him. The strain is less but it doesn't vanish. It becomes part of our bewilderment, a kind of activity without motive, which provides its own strange continuity.

Cancer is the worst way for a fictional wife to die.

It's hard to imagine losing a family, to have someone you love just disappear like that.

Serce usta?o, pier? ju? lodowata, ?ci??y si? usta i oczy zawar?y; Na ?wiecie jeszcze, lecz ju? nie dla ?wiata! Có? to za cz?owiek? - Umar?y.

Wszystko przesz?o, a czemu? nie przejd? ?zy moje!

I know you're upset, of course you're upset," said Pu Sto's simulacrum. "You're grieving. Of course you are. I know how much you loved her." "Love her," Alma corrected, holding up one finger. "A little thing like dying doesn't cast that mighty verb into the past tense, you know.

When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

When you lose someone, they take a bigger place in your heart, not a smaller one. Every day it grows, because you don't stop loving them. You wish you could talk to them. You need their advice. But life doesn't always give us what we need, and it's difficult.

No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you'd had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting; and who encouraged you to grow a good heart. When that layer goes, whatever is left of your childhood goes with her.

Behind all art is an element of desire...Love of life, of existence, love of another human being, love of human beings is in some way behind all art — even the most angry, even the darkest, even the most grief-stricken, and even the most embittered art has that element somewhere behind it. Because how could you be so despairing, so embittered, if you had not had something you loved that you lost?

but from here on I want more crazy mourning, more howl, more keening -from "A Woman Dead in Her Forties

The problem, unstated until now, is how to live in a damaged body in a world where pain is meant to be gagged uncured ungrieved over. The problem is to connect, without hysteria, the pain of anyone's body with the pain of the world's body.

You grieve in loneliness, and if I understand you fuck in loneliness.

Only to have a grief equal to all these tears! There's not a sob in my chest. Dry hearted Peer Gynt I pare away, no hero, merely a cook.

There's no one way to grieve, and there's no one path.

Heartbreak can be so pathetic.

War isn't just about bravery and courage and jingoism and patriotism. It's also fundamentally about grief. And the people that go and do the fighting and the dying are never the people who actually benefit from the fighting and the dying.

Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.

I lost both my parents, and it wasn't as hard as losing Paul, because you've got your whole life with them - you know it's going to happen. With Paul being my best friend, I just didn't see it coming.

Vinnie Paul was a very close friend of mine - he's gone.

I now go to my dad's grave to read scripts and learn lines. It's the most peaceful place. I go to see him, and it's fantastic.

I had lost my son 20 years back, when I was at the peak of my career. I couldn't really get time to even feel that loss. I used to be continuously busy with work and this would make me feel guilty: I didn't even have the time to mourn my son's death.