Quotes About Grief

The brave heart is called to school itself In slow endurance against Griefs that strike deep into the bosom

Break, heart; flow, tears, for-ever.

All men are more concerned to recover what they lose than to acquire what they lack.

Then why let anything remain when whatever we loved turned instantly to stone?

We mourn the martyrs of Karbala our skins torn with chains.

From windows we hear grieving mothers and snow begins to fall on us, like ash Black on edges of flames, it cannot extinguish the neighborhoods, the homes set ablaze by midnight soldiers

While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.

And in it all, the sensation of shaking my fists at the sky, shaking my fists high up to the sky, because that is what we do when someone dies too early, too beautiful, too undervalued by the world, or sometimes just at all -- we shake our fists at the big, beautiful, indifferent sky, and the anger is righteous and strong and helpless and huge. I shook and I shook, and I put all of it into the dress.

Though loss did not pass from one person to another liker a baton; it just formed a bigger and bigger pool of carriers. And, she thought, scratching the coarseness of the horse's mane, it did not leave once lodged, did it, simply changed form and asked repeatedly for attention and care, as each year revealed a new knot to cry out and consider - smaller, sure, but never gone.

Though loss did not pass from one person to another like a baton; it just formed a bigger and bigger pool of carriers.

Now she and the widow had something in common, though loss did not pass from one person to another like a baton. It just formed a bigger and bigger pool of carriers. And she thought, scratching the coarseness of the horses's mane, it did not leave, once lodged, did it? It simply changed form, and asked repeatedly for attention and care as each year revealed a new knot to cry out and consider, smaller, sure, but never gone...Out of my body, these beautiful monsters.

Wherever the mind has a lot of attachment, we will experience intense suffering, intense grief, intense difficulty right there. The place we experience the most problems is the place we have the most attraction, longing and concern. Please try to resolve this. Now, while you still have life and breath, keep on looking at it and reading it until you are able to 'translate' it and solve the problem.

OH THIS IS A BLACK DAY FOR YOU, YOUNG YOKUM--AND FOR ALL HUMANITY!!!

When you feel sad, you are participating in a venerable experience, to which I, this monument, am dedicated. Your sense of loss and disappointment, of frustrated hopes and grief at your own inadequacy, elevate you to serious company. Do not ignore of throw away your grief

Melancholy isn't always a disorder that needs to be cured. It can be a species of intelligent grief which arises when we come face-to-face with the certainty that disappointment is written into the script from the start.

Shortly after her older brother died, Chloe (who had just celebrated her eighth birthday) went through a deeply philosophical stage. I began to question everything, she told me, I had to figure out what death was, that's enough to turn anyone into a philosopher. Chloe would put her hand over her eyes and tell the family her brother was still alive because she could see him in her mind just as well as she could see them.

Melancholy isn't always a disorder that needs to be cured. It can be a species of intelligent grief which arises when we come face-to-face with the certainty that disappointment is written into the script from the start.

having acquired a skill at turning grief into ideas

Happiness is good for the body," Proust tells us, "but it is grief which develops the strengths of the mind.

Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.

TIMMS: I don't see how we can understand it. Most of the stuff poetry's about hasn't happened to us yet. HECTOR: But it will, Timms. It will. And then you will have the antidote ready! Grief. Happiness. Even when you're dying. We're making your deathbeds here, boys. LOCKWOOD: Fucking Ada. HECTOR: Poetry is the trailer! Forthcoming attractions!

Her grief was a storm, a driving rain falling too fast to be absorbed

She remembers the pain of losing him, but she smiles at the happiness he brought her, cherishing the joy she felt at his side.

There are few drugs, Clothahump mused, that can numb both the heart and the mind. Among them grief is the most powerful.