Quotes About Grief

We all lose our innocence soon enough; it's inescapable. Most of us aren't emotionally or intellectually ready for it until our thirties or even later, however, so when one loses it prematurely, in childhood and adolescence, through divorce or the sudden early death of a parent, it can leave one fixated on that loss for a lifetime. Because it's premature, it feels unnatural, violent and unnecessary, a permanent, gratuitous wounding, and it leaves one angry at the world

Before you lose your children, you can talk about it-as a possibility, I mean [...] But when the thing that you only imagined actually happens, you quickly discover that you can barely speak of it. Your story is jumbled and mumbled, out of sync and unfocused. At least that's how it has been for me.

She grieved for her lost daughter and she grieved for herself.  When Cicely uncovered the deception of her adoption, she uncovered a greater deception—that of Charlotte's ambiguous heart.  It was true—Charlotte had wanted her own daughter with a desire beyond reason.  She had wanted a daughter of her own flesh and blood to link her to life.  A connection not based on deeds or shared experiences or love, but something immutable and immortal. She

Mama wept openly. "If I don't die now," she cried, "there is no death.

Raquela stood at her side. "Your baby was stillborn. But you're all right." The mother screamed, "Even this they deny me! They take away my land. My freedom. Now my baby. Let me die. I want to die.

Even in times of grief, we can keep from being submerged and shattered if we seek out God's words of comfort today, letting shafts of sunlight from His presence break through our darkness.

The cat still seemed to be somewhat there with him, but only as an absence, a cat-shaped hole.

It was an explosion of sadness.

The death of someone close to you, he realized at that moment, was something you came to accept one concrete fact at a time.

Rahu ajal matavad lapsed isasid, kuid sõja ajal isad lapsi.

Que haveria de olhar ou amar? Que palavras ainda ouviria com prazer, meus amigos? Nenhuma! Só me resta pedir-vos: levai-me para longe daqui sem demora. Eu vos peço: levai, meus amigos, o maldito, motivo de horror, odiado por deuses e homens!

My soul is so heavy that no longer can any thought sustain it, no wingbeat lift it up into the ether. If it moves, it only sweeps along the ground like the low flight of birds when a thunderstorm is brewing.

From earliest childhood, an arrow of grief has been embedded in my heart. As long as it remains there, I am ironic — if it is drawn out, I will die.

There is a loss that is eternally irreparable; thus eternity—even more frightful—far from wiping out the recollection of what is lost, is an eternal recollection of what is lost!

Grief is the tribute we pay the dead," she said, matter-of-fact sympathy in her voice. "But they don't ask more than we can afford to give. They've never really gone from us, you know, those we love; they're part of our story, and we of theirs.

Her parents were killed in their private helicopter. An elite death but at the moment of dying we are all penniless. She never spoke of it. It would be generous to understand her behavior, willful, remote, abstract, as her way of expressing grief.

She let herself go physically: That has to be said. She became--there is not a polite way of putting this--blowsy. She sagged; for all her good works, her body became the emblem and manifestation of her grief.

Will you love me when I get sick and start to fail, to descend, as is inevitable, toward death?" he said. "Do you really want to nurse a dying man and have to grieve for all the love you wasted on him?" "Love is never a waste," she said.

you lost parents. Your grief defines you and shuts you off from other people. That's what I think.

Mourn for the living, the dead have got their camphor gardens.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

I was surprise to see the world didn't stop just cause my boy did.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

All stress is ultimately related to loss or the fear of loss.