Quotes About Grief

Curse God, and die.

When the dead is at rest, let his remembrance rest; and be comforted for him, when his spirit is departed from him.

In sorrow thou shalt bring forth children.

Our joys as winged dreams do fly;Why then should sorrow last?Since grief but aggravates thy loss,Grieve not for what is past.

An angel in the book of life wrote down my baby's birth, Then whispered as she closed the book "too beautiful for earth."

Would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

Those who have lost an infant are never, as it were, without an infant child. Their other children grow into manhood and womanhood, and suffer all the changes of mortality; but this one alone is rendered an immortal child; for death has arrested it with its kindly harshness, and blessed it into an eternal image of youth and innocence.

Happiness make you smile, Sorrow can crush you.

She buried him before the prime,She was dead herself ere evensong time.God send every gentlemanSuch hounds, such hawks, and such leman.

But God is only a white cold eye, a quarter-moon poised above the smoke, blinking, blinking, as the city is gradually pounded to dust.

Don't tell me how to grieve. Don't tell me ghosts fade away eventually, like they do in movies, waving goodbye with see-through hands. Lots of things fade away but ghosts like these don't, heartbreak like these doesn't.

Nothing will be healed in this kitchen. Some griefs can never be put right ... She only wants a tide of normality to wash in and cover everything again.

He says, "I saved her only to hear her die.

Some griefs can never be put right.

She was crying now, quietly, inhaling so vehemently it was as if she were trying to suck the tears back into her eyes.

Somewhere, someone is figuring out how to push back the hood of grief, but Marie-Laure cannot. Not yet. The truth is that she is a disabled girl with no home and no parents.

The dead are gone and so their power over the living is only temporary. You lose sleep, you lose appetite, but eventually you fall asleep and eventually you eat - you may hate yourself for it, but the body's demands are incontrovertible. He had always felt guilt about that, that he went on living... p 115

Does she grieve over his absence? Or has she calcified her feelings, protected herself, as he is learning to do?

Nothing will be healed in this kitchen. Some griefs can never be put right.

Who had he been? A failed father, a runaway husband. A son. A packet of unopened letters. He was dead; he was dead.

In the days following, he can hardly manage to comb his hair or convince his fingers to button his coat. His mind plays tricks, too: he walks into a room and forgets why he's there. He stares at a superior and forgets what the man just said.

Everybody has misplaced someone

When all you have is a shard of papyrus with a few words on it...or a single line quoted in somebody else's text, the potential of what's lost haunts you. It's like the boys who died in Korea. We grieve them the most because we never saw the men they would become....How much easier it was to be a hero when you no longer walked the earth.

push back the hood of grief...