Quotes About Grief

After you died, I got a puppy. I wear your clothes and tease her sometimes, in case you come back.

Home is where the heart is, until we get a chance to bury it.

At least she (Thomas' mom) knows what she wants is dead. What I want just refuses to be with me. Maybe I should compare notes with her on what's worse, for I swear to God sometimes I think if you were dead this would hurt less.

Peter knew she was afraid. He ached to tell her that she didn't have to do anything, that he'd protect her from everything. Every instance of fear or pain she had tore him apart inside. She'd had months, but it was still new to him. He wanted to grieve with her for what she'd lost, let her know the utter terror he'd felt at the idea of her being gone from his life before she'd really fully entered it.

His heart flat broke open. His throat thickened in a way he was glad the other guys weren't around to see. Unable to speak, he found her other hand, guided it to her heart so she could feel what his fingers were doing beneath her own. He made that symbol, the one she'd pressed into his chest more than a year ago.

Shadows gripped him at the thought. If Thomas changed his mind once Marcos got his grief and emotional shit under control, if he tried to withdraw again... Marcus knew he didn't have the energy left to fight him. After all the harrowing years when he never let himself entertain the notion, even in his darkest moment, Marcus now knew he would have a compelling reason to take his own life.

What if depression is, in fact, a form of grief—for our own lives not being as they should? What if it is a form of grief for the connections we have lost, yet still need?

We grieve because we have loved. We grieve because the person we have lost mattered to us. To say that grief should disappear on a neat timetable is an insult to the love we felt.

I was beginning to think there was something significant about the fact that grief and depression have identical symptoms. Then one day, after interviewing several depressed people, I asked myself: What if depression is, in fact, a form of grief—for our own lives not being as they should? What if it is a form of grief for the connections we have lost, yet still need?

a form of grief—for our own lives not being as they should? What if it is a form of grief for the connections we have lost, yet still need?

It seems it has been my fate to sadden those I should have made happy.

One reason you are stricken when your parents die is that the audience you've been aiming at all your life - shocking it, pleasing it - has suddenly left the theater.

The two saddest moments of my life were when my mother died and when I was told I couldn't play football for the Colts anymore.

When you lose your mother at 20 and then your father soon after, melancholia is part of your life.

Sometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible.

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

There is no death. The thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.

I guess, the hardest obstacles I've had to overcome in my life are deaths of people close to me.

Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.

Empty Spaces:After his father died he carried his life more gently & left an empty space for the birds & other creatures.