Quotes About Grief

seemed like that was all it was, motherhood—grief and guilt and fear. You said good-bye a little every day—from the minute they left your body until they left your home. But no, that wasn't all. There was that love, that wrenching, impossible love.

To return, then, to the potentially problematic issue of the effortlessness with which we read minds: a flagrantly wrong, from our perspective, interpretation, such as taking tears of grief for tears of joy, or thinking that Mr. Newlin raises his hand to point out that the sky is falling, is still effortless from the point of view of cognitive psychologists because of the ease with which we correlate tears with an emotional state or the raised hand with a certain underlying desire/intention.

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.

The thought of losing him again kills me. This is of course a figure of speech, I will remain alive, but I will not know happiness.

A shade of sorrow passed over Taliesin's face. 'There are those,' he said gently, 'who must first learn loss, despair, and grief. Of all paths to wisdom, this is the cruelest and longest. Are you one who must follow such a way? This even I cannot know. If you are, take heart nonetheless. Those who reach the end do more than gain wisdom. As rough wool becomes cloth, and crude clay a vessel, so do they change and fashion wisdom for others, and what they give back is greater than what they won.

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

He learned that the lives of men are short and filled with pain, yet each one a priceless treasure, whether it be that of a prince or a pig-keeper. And, at the last, the book taught him that while nothing was certain, all was possible. At the end of knowledge, wisdom begins, Dallben murmured. And at the end of wisdom there is not grief, but hope.

There are those," he said gently, "who must first learn loss, despair, and grief. Of all paths to wisdom, this is the cruelest and longest. Are you one who must follow such a way? This even I cannot know. If you are, take heart nonetheless. Those who reach the end do more than gain wisdom. As rough wool becomes cloth, and crude clay a vessel, so do they change and fashion wisdom for others, and what they give back is greater than what they won.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

Do you know that I no longer see colors? Jonas's heart broke.

Boy, said Anastasia, you know what I wish? I wish that everybody who loved each other would die at exactly the same time. Then nobody would ever have to miss anyone. Well, said her father slowly, it just doesn't work that way. It just doesn't seem to work that way very often.

Squalor has nothing to do with money. Squalor happens when people are sad. And

This new Caleb was a replacement child. The couple had lost their first Caleb, a cheerful little Four.

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The rain made it seem as if the whole word was crying.

But now Jonas had experienced real sadness. He had felt grief. He knew that there was no quick comfort for emotions like those. These were deeper and they did not need to be told. They were felt. Today, he felt happiness.

Her name was Rosemary," The Giver said.

Stop crying, you idiot girl," he said harshly. "Your stupid mother has sent your uncle a handkerchief.

Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... Ivan, one of these days somebody is going to pull out a weapon and plug you, and you're going to die in bewilderment, crying, What did I say? What did I say? What did I say? asked Ivan indignantly.

Well, it is a particular sin to permit grief for what is gone to poison the praise for what blessings remain to us.

There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone.

The only thing worse than being widowed is being widowed and single.

Even female. For so long I've felt like an androgynous lump. Grief on a stick.

There should be a rule for grief groups: forty-watt bulbs only.