Quotes About Grief

To whom can I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought... ?

As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania.

I transform Work in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real Work - of writing.) for: the Work by which (it is said) we emerge from the great crises (love, grief) cannot be liquidated hastily: for me, it is accomplished only in and by writing.

I waver—in the dark—between the observation (but is it entirely accurate?) that I'm unhappy only by moments, by jerks and surges, sporadically, even if such spasms are close together—and the conviction that deep down, in actual fact, I am continually, all the time, unhappy since maman's death.

I limp along through my mourning.

The grim egoism (egotism) of mourning of suffering

The measurement of mourning: eighteen months for mourning a father, a mother.

Nije li najbolnija to?ka tog žalovanja u tome što moram izgubiti jedan jezik - ljubavni jezik? Svršeno je s onim 'Volim te.')

27 de octubre Todo el mundo conjetura —así lo siento— el grado de intensidad de un duelo. Pero imposible (signos irrisorios, contradictorios) medir hasta qué punto alguien ha sido alcanzado.

What a world of scarred emotion and secret grief Alexander Hamilton bore with him on the boat to Boston. He took his unhappy boyhood, tucked it away in a mental closet, and never opened the door again.

The first time you fall in love, it's like you've created the first love in the universe, and the first time someone you love dies, you grieve the universe's first death. What does it help to be told that what you feel is nothing new?

At that moment I knew I would miss her forever. I felt empty. I had lost something I never knew I had.

Because it's still a heartache. And nothing makes you want to die more than that.

He's gone, Sara said. I can feel it. This time for good. Natalie hugged her, and she started to sob. Then Harry shattered the silence with a pained yell, hurling his thermos into the woods. With tears in his eyes, he said, I want a drink. I hugged him fiercely. It'll have to be one of my special chais, Harry. Have I made you a dirty one yet? I want mine filthy, he said. We trudged back to the museum together, and toasted Coby with dirty vanilla chai lattes.

It's true that when anyone dies, the other dead rise up abd die all over again.

Once in my life I knew a grief so hard I could actually hear it inside, scraping at the lining of my stomach, an audible ache, dredging with hooks as rivers are dredged when someone's been missing too long.

We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, and bitterly wept as we bore him along. For we all loved our comrade so brave, young and handsome, we all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong. The Cowboy's Lament

My heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.

Powoli, ostro?nie podniósÅ' wieko trumny. Scully patrzyÅ'a mu przez ramiÄ™. - Yyyych... - Nie potrafiÅ'a zdÅ'awi? d?wiÄ™ku, który wyrwaÅ' jej siÄ™ z gardÅ'a. Nie mogÅ'a nic poradzi? na to, ?e jej skórÄ™ pokryÅ' zimny pot. ZobaczyÅ'a minÄ™ Muldera i poczuÅ'a siÄ™ jeszcze gorzej. WyglÄ…daÅ', jakby miaÅ' siÄ™ rozpÅ'aka? ze szcz??cia. Jakby otworzyÅ'y siÄ™ przed nim bramy raju.

shedding gallons of tears, until

Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

All morning, Spence has been a well-oiled machine of activity. Everyone doing her bit, quietly and efficiently. It's strange how deliberate people are after a death. All the indecision suddenly vanishes into clear, defined moments--changing the linens, choosing a dress or a hymn, the washing up, the muttering of prayers. All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.

It's strange how deliberate people are after a death. All the indecision suddenly vanishes into clear, defined moments - changing the linens, choosing a dress or a hymn, the washing up, the muttering of prayers. All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.