Quotes About Grief

I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.

They have - they do still hit me occasionally, and it's an overwhelming grief for what - even though my life is so good now, even including going through treatment for cancer, my life is incredible.

One of the things about grief is that it can bring a deeper perspective into your life; in the end, it has, for me, though it's also brought sorrow.

I haven't personally in my real life had many people close to me die, but my characters have, and I've had to live that as though it's real. And it can take a really big emotional toll on someone.

Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.

I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.

The business of life summons us away from useless grief, and calls us to the exercise of those virtues of which we are lamenting our deprivation.

What's the classical moment that every actor or actress deals with? A tragic thing. They get that blank, faraway look in their eyes. But in life, it's not that way.

When death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.

The light has gone out of my life.

It's time to live with what we have and mourn what we lost.

And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.

For wherein is life sweet to him who suffers grief?

The grief and tears didn't wash me away. They gave me my life back! They cleansed me, baptized me, hydrated the earth at my feet.

I have to say that since my mother died, I am not the same person anymore. My life has changed a great deal because it's really unbearable to think you can't see her anymore or talk to her anymore.

I have emerged from the tunnel of grief into the light. Life is better. Not the same, but good and getting better all the time.

Grandma Redbird: Honey, you have to move past this. Zoey: How Grandma? Grandma Redbird: By living the life she'd be proud of you for living.

Oh, there at last, life's trials past, / We'll meet our loved ones more, / Whose feet have trod the path to God, -- / Not lost, but gone before.

After the first death, there is no other.

Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?

Teach me the love that is evergreen after the fall leaved/Grave

My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows.

The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed.

There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.