Quotes About Grief

Your parents, Oskar and Mina. They are dead and gone now, Yanek, and we would grieve them if we could. But we have only one purpose now: survive. Survive at all costs, Yanek. We cannot let these monsters tear us from the pages of the world.

But as she watched Lito and Papi lift up Ivan's body, the empty place inside got bigger and bigger, until she was more empty than full.

part of the grief was that each member of the family was mourning his own mortality.

Laurie:Uh-huh. Ahuhuhuh... Jeez, y'know, that felt good. There don't seem to be that many laughs around these days. Dan: Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

I imagine that existential dread probably ought to get a devil. A devil of post-colonial angst. A devil of complicated grief.

And he was silent again, for who is not silent when someone is dead, who was a small bright boy?

Between astonishment and grief, I was tearless

A rule without exceptions is an instrument capable of doing mischief to the innocent and bringing grief -- as well as injustice -- to those who should gain exemptions from the rule's functioning.

Time takes away the grief of men.

I did Albert Hall, I got to play the Hall of Fame with Prince. So I've done that kind of stuff for ages. It wasn't until after we finished working on Brainwash, my dad's album after he died, then it was like 'That phase is over in my life now, now we can get on with our music, with our band.'

cold, like swallowed tears.

That wonderful, terrible night when her mother died and her whole world had been destroyed, when she realized she loved Kai and her whole world had been created anew.

This morning, at the custodial services meeting with doctor brown, where she informed the staff of Rusty's death, he'd felt sick. Not the usual, slow burning nausea of his life, but a deep, agonizing pain. As if everything were so twisted up inside and out, that there was no escape.

La muerte provoca muchos sentimientos pero el olvido no es uno de ellos. La muerte te arrebata la razón, pero los recuerdos y lo que sientes por esa persona, es exclusiva propiedad de quien se queda. Amor, odio o desilusión son sentimientos que no se alejan con la muerte.

This boy is dead now, I knew it before taking him in my arms, I can remember his face, his suffering, his voice.

Now Sam and Noelle were dead and I was about to lost my grandpa, and I knew I would never have that everything's-right-in-my-world feeling again.

Let's reframe what you're going through, Maggie," he said. "I'd like you to think of it as grief." "For the people who died?" "No. For yourself. For the life you thought you had before the fire. Before Ben.

Two decades had passed, yet she still saw her parents' bloodied bodies in every shooting victim she treated.

And grief is never quick and easy," he said. "It takes time to get through." "I'll never get over it," I said. "Not over, but through. That's the key word. You can't skip it. You have to go through it.

I'd seen pictures of the wall online, but nothing prepared me fr seeing it in person. It was a deep scar in the earth and looked like a long black mirror reflecting the puffy white clouds, the blue sky, the trees and grass. It reflected the things people left at its base -- small flags and stuffed animals and photographs. And it reflected the faces of the people who stood in front of it, looking, pointing, weeping. It reflected me.

Fred started to follow, but Nita caught him in cupped hands, holding him back for a moment. "Fred! Did we do right?" Even here she couldn't keep the pain out of her question, the fear that she could have somehow have prevented his death. But Fred radiated a serene and wondering joy that took her breath and reassured her and filled her with wonder to match his, all at once. Go find out , he said.

Misfortune prompts us to summon our utmost strength to oppose grief and recover tranquility, while prosperity hurries us away until we are overwhelmed by our passions. Queen Margot Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue. La Rochefoucault We promise according to our hopes; we perform according to our fears. I sometimes wonder is the esprit, gaiety, intellectual seriousness and serious stylishness of the earlier period was the reflex of poverty and shared hardship.

A broken heart isn't so much the loss of the person as it is the loss of your dreams with that person.

Grief was a vicious parasite. It had dug and clawed its way into my heart, feeding off the guilt raging through me. But I'd find a way to exterminate it.