Quotes About Grief

can't watch her die," he told her. "I just can't." He waited on the porch till it was over.

It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

She's full of trivial sadness

Después de la muerte de Pablo, yo también me descubrí durante semanas pensando: A ver si deja ya de hacer el tonto y regresa de una vez, como si su ausencia fuera una broma que me estuviera gastando para fastidiarme, como a veces hacía.

El verdadero dolor es inefable, nos deja sordos y mudos, está más allá de toda descripción y todo consuelo. El verdadero dolor es una ballena demasiado grande para poder ser arponeada.

Como no he tenido hijos, lo más importante que me ha sucedido en la vida son mis muertos

Acaso pueden ser generadoras de algún pequeño consuelo estas malditas muertes, después de todo?

Tan difícil es de entender que, cuando se te ha ido alguien querido, lo que no te cabe en la cabeza es su imposible ausencia?

Esa helada, calmada, enlutada mujer, la autómata en la que se había convertido Marie», dice su hija Ève. Pero, por dentro, ardía la demencia pura de la pena.

La pérdida, cualquier pérdida, es un aperitivo de la muerte. No nos cabe la pérdida en la cabeza, de la misma manera que no nos cabe la idea de nuestro fin. Uno nunca está preparado para perder.

Je supportais ma peine comme on traverse un champ de mines : quand je pensais à autre chose, ma vie était normale, presque heureuse. Mais, de temps en temps, quelque chose me rappelait M., c'est-à-dire que je posais sans le vouloir le pied sur une mine et la déflagration me broyait les tripes pendant quelque temps.

Je parle de cette douleur qui est tellement grande qu'elle ne semble même pas naître à l'intérieur de vous, c'est plutôt comme si vous aviez été enseveli par une avalanche.

Grief was like a terrible burden, but at least you could lay it down by the side of the road and walk away from it. Antonia had come only a few paces, but already she could turn and look back and not weep. It wasn't anything to do with forgetting. It was just accepting. Nothing was ever so bad once you had accepted it.

Grief was not a state of mind, but a physical thing, a void, a deadening blanket of unbearable pain, precluding all solace.

Grief was not a state of mind, but a physical thing, a void, a deadening blanket of unbearable pain, precluding all solace. His only protection, and one that he had built himself

Sometimes the sorrow deep inside can slowly kill as surely as disease or hunger.

Y se hubiera creído que eran sollozos los espasmos repentinos que sacudían el pecho de aquellas mujeres si sus pupilas, tercamente fijas en el altar, no estuvieran veladas

Lev,' said Ruby, 'when I was younger, I always told people the things I thought they wanted to hear. But I don't do that anymore. It's a cruel thing to do. So I can't say now that you will be free of it ( grief) and move on, because I just don't know the answer.

Across a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides and leave Our dead on every shore.

So Mowgli sat and cried as though his heart would break; and he had never cried in all his life before.

Let them fall, Mowgli. They are only tears.

A SON My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.

Mourning can be very selfish. When someone you love has died, you tend to recall best those few moments and incidents that helped clarify your sense, not of the person who has died, but of your own self.

Photographs of them alive and smiling would have made me cry and fall down and beat the earth with my fists; their actual dead faces only sealed me off from myself.