Quotes About Grief

Does this not tell you that grief, as well as in life, there is always something to look forward to beyond?

On ne s'occupe pas assez, chez nous, de la dernière demeure de ceux qu'on aime : on pare leur lit d'un jour, et on oublie leur couche de l'éternité !

Obsequies, madame, are for those who survive, not for the dead.

with you, he would have wasted a life that had become useless to him and would have been unable to accustom himself to your grief. The frustration would have filled him with hatred. Now he will become great and strong by struggling against adversities that he will change into good fortune. Let him rebuild the future for both of you, Madame. I can promise that he is in good hands.

Lors de la retraite des Napolitains, sa sÅ"ur a été violée par les soldats, qui lui ont ensuite coupé la tête et ont laissé dans la rue le corps nu et la tête coupée. Le corps et la tête ont été trouvés et pieusement recueillis par les carabiniers génois.

Conceal your wounds when you have any; silence is the last joy of the unhappy. Beware of giving anyone the clue to your griefs; the curious suck our tears as flies suck the blood of a wounded hart.

Nos, Margit, esküdjék meg, hogy ha meghalok önért - mint ahogy valami szomorú elÅ'érzet súgta -, megÅ'rzi és néha-néha megcsókolja ezt a fejet, melyet hóhér választ el a törzsétÅ'l.

I can't forget what it's done to you. I've been thinking of nothing else since it happened. It's gone forever, that funny young, lost look I loved won't ever come back. I killed that when I told you about Rebecca. It's gone. In a few hours, you've grown so much older.

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.

My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.

She doesn't have a mother anymore. There's no one to whom she's the most important person in the world.

She had lost some of who she was when she lost her beloved.

She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they're no longer sure they have a reason to be connected to this world. The slightest breeze could have carried her away, into the night sky, across the universe.

Your grief won't go away; it's not a door you can close,or a book you can put back on the shelf,or a kiss you can give back once it's given. This is the way the world is now. Keep the worst things to yourself, like a bone in your throat.

When you have lost your mother you have lost the world.

Unable are the Loved to die, for Love is Immortality," Jet said, quoting Emily Dickinson.

He is gone and all we have is this world, here and now.

He opened his eyes for an instant. Other people were writing and melting, but my brother stopped his flight long enough to look at me. An instant that would have to last forever. And then the flames rose higher and my brother was gone.

she clutched her purse and was completely composed, gracefully accepting people's sympathies, but when they started to shovel the dirt over old dick's coffin she began to weep, and her grief was strong enough to chase the sparrows from the trees.

As Gary understands it, the greatest portion of grief is the one you dish out for yourself, and he and Sally have both served themselves from the same table tonight, the only difference being that he knows what he's missing, and she has no idea what is causing her to cry as she drives down the Turnpike.

I signaled for him to lean down, and he did so. I then did the second most terrible thing a mother could do, in some ways worse than burying her beneath the stones. I breathed my daughter's last breath into his mouth. I gave her to him so that her spirit would belong to him and he could carry her with him, so that he could still be a man with a soul, even though he had lost everything else.

Lately, she's been wondering if perhaps when the living become the dead they leave an empty space behind, a hollow no one else can fill.

You lose people sometimes, you know. You don't expect to, but then it happens and you can't get them back.