Quotes About Grief

Conozco lo suficiente bien la vida como para saber que no puedes contar con que las cosas permanezcan intactas e inmóviles, por mucho que te gustaría que así fuera. No puedes evitar que la gente muera. No puedes evitar que se marchen. Ni si quiera uno mismo puede evitar marcharse. Me conozco lo suficientemente bien como para saber que nadie puede mantenerme despierto o impedirme dormir. Eso también lo llevo dentro. Pero tía, esta chica me gusta.

Suddenly I'm having one of those moments that you have after losing someone—when you feel as if you've been kicked in the stomach and all your breath is gone, and you might never get it back.

When this wave comes over me and I feel the hollow in my heart that's been there ever since my mum died. Loss does that to you, hits you out of the blue. You can be in the car or in class or at the movies, laughing and having a good time, and suddenly it's as if someone has reached directly into the wound and squeezed with all their might.

I barely have to say anything, not even, "I'm not ready." It's in the unwritten rulebook of life, under How to React When a Student Loses a Loved One and Is, Nine Months Later, Still Having a Very Hard Time.

Several years ago, a boy I knew and loved killed himself.

I lost my friend to suicide a year before I lost my father to cancer.

And to the boy I loved who died too soon, but who left me a song. And in two weeks we'll fly again, perhaps a Chinese dinner then. You make me happy, you make me smile.

The quote is from Virginia Woolf's suicide note to her husband, but I think it fits the occasion.

I imagine his little bones in his little grave, and it is the saddest thought in the world.

Here are these people who called him "freak" and never paid attention to him, except to make fun of him or spread rumors about him, and now they are carrying on like professional mourners, the ones you can hire in Taiwan or the Middle East to sing, cry, and crawl on the ground. His family is just as bad. After the preacher is finished, everyone moves toward them to shake their hands and offer condolences. The family accepts them as if they've earned them.

I can never bring him back, and it might have been my fault. So it's good and it's bad and it hurts, but I like thinking about him. If I think about him, he won't be completely gone either. Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.

Now she's gone and not just for a few days but forever. How can something so final happen in an instant? No preparation. No warning. No chance to do all the things you planned to do. No chance to say goodbye.

I feel the hollow in my heart that's been there ever since my mom died. Loss does that, hits you out of the blue. You can be in the car or in class or at the movies, laughing and having a good time, and suddenly it's as if someone has reached directly into the wound and squeezed with all their might.

Minha irmã morreu de leucemia e vocês tinham que ver as flores e a empatia. - Ela levanta as mãos e, mesmo do outro lado da mesa, consigo ver as cicatrizes. - Mas quando eu quase morri, ninguém mandou flores. Fui considerada egoísta e louca por desperdiçar minha vida sendo que a da minha irmã tinha sido tirada. [...] - Não me entendam mal, prefiro estar aqui a estar morto, mas às vezes sinto que tudo que fazia de mim quem eu era foi embora.

I could sink like a stone into the earth and be swallowed whole by the weight of what happened here.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

Maybe life is just a quiet affair, interspersed with moments of great happiness and grief. Maybe it is the quiet that needs to emerge again, to balance the current run of craziness.

and a person is dead.

I'm not a little child anymore. I know that she means they might be dead, not just in another place somewhere, but it doesn't make sense that all those people are dead. It's impossible.

The truth is, what I learned this year is that life is hard...Good people die for no reason. Little kids get sick. The people that are supposed to love you end up leaving.

the pain wouldn't be a live thing inside, tearing me asunder. My eyes felt hot and dry, but there were no tears. I was beyond tears. I turned

My friend Doggie was gone, and I never even got a chance to say good-bye to him for keeps.

Everyone, if they are lucky, loses parents that they love, in the end.

Now it was rare to lose a parent or lose a child; and people wouldn't discuss it, in case it invited bad luck in. In case it was tempting fate, or superstition. She thought of how many people wouldn't talk about Hari's speechlessness in case drawing attention to it would somehow visit it upon their own children.