Quotes About Grief

I know what my heart is like       Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool       Left there by the tide,       A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Ebb," Collected Poems . (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Second Addition edition March 8, 2011)

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

Lost in Hell,-Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, "My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here.

Ebb I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

Sabe que es lo peor de todo? Lo miré. No supe qué decir. - Que la voy olvidando. Le temblaba la voz. No cometí el desatino de interrumpirlo. - La pienso, y la pienso todo el día. Me despierto por la noche y me desvelo recordándola. Pero me pasa que tiendo a recordar siempre las mismas cosas. Las mismas imágenes. ¿Qué es lo que recuerdo, entonces? ¿A ella o al recuerdo que he construido en este año y pico que lleva muerta?

Era curiosa la forma como había adoptado el dolor que sentía. Había tenido tanto tiempo para prepararme para esa noticia, que más se me iba el alma en comparar lo que sentía con mis especulaciones previas que sentir ese dolor liso y llano de haber perdido a mi amigo.

There is a certain animal vitality in most of us which carries us through any trouble but the absolutely overwhelming. Only a fool has no sorrow, only an idiot has no grief - but then only a fool and an idiot will let grief and sorrow ride him down into the grave.

Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit. I

He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven.

Some things are missing from the world and they will never be replaced.

IN April 1882 my father died and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.

In much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

Mordecai rent his clothes, and put on sackcloth with ashes.

If tears could build a stairway, And memories a lane, I'd walk right up to Heaven And bring you home again.

Hope is grief's best music.

Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow.

Jesus wept.

Her sun is gone down while it was yet day.

For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

Where griping griefs the heart would woundAnd doleful dumps the mind oppress,There music with her silver soundWith speed is wont to send redress.

He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.

Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.

My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death.