Quotes About Grief

Somewhere, someone is figuring out how to push back the hood of grief, but Marie-Laure cannot. Not yet.

even in the midst of grief the mind grapples with a hundred impressions: a pain below the heart, an odor on the breeze.

every second it feels as if her father slips farther away.

What is death, after all, but a cessation of involvement with the world, a departure from those you love, and those who love you?

remembering his great-uncle and his affection for him, Octavius burst into tears.

offered his life for his son's, and was executed. The son then committed suicide. Octavian watched them both die.

Eventually, only one person was left beside the ashes—Julia Augusta, widow and now daughter of the dead princeps.

to live is to harbour so many profound losses.

You can call it that if you like, but what was I to do? I was desperate. I would have had to move out. I had no job, no income, nowhere to go. Philip was in the cemetery and nobody cared about me.

That's the thing about funerals. They're completely hypocritical. Everyone says how wonderful the deceased was, how kind, how generous when, deep down, they know it's not true.

It is true that we have many ways of coping with loss,' he said. 'And grief is never rational.

She wasn't wearing her glasses and she destroyed my life. I went to the funeral because I was delighted she was dead and I wanted to see her put in the ground. I thought it would give me closure.

After he died, I felt a terrible emptiness and it was only natural that I should have directed my feelings at Richard. It didn't matter how kind he was to me. I thought he was buying his way out of jail, if you know what I mean. The more he gave me, the angrier I got.

I don't mean to be unkind. I liked her. She was young and charismatic and she had allowed her life to be stolen away from her. Although she never said as much, it was clear that Damian's death would give her a chance to start again.

garden where they used to live. She can't trust anyone. Raymond Clunes has just ripped her off. Her beloved son has pissed off and gone to America. She's got so few friends that after she was killed it took two whole days for anyone to notice she was dead and even then it was only the cleaner. It struck me from the start that she must have been pretty bloody miserable. And that's why she was thinking of doing herself in …

My son is dead. My other son has been crippled. And she just gets a slap on the wrist. That can't be right.' A spokesperson for Brake, the road safety charity, said: 'Nobody should drive if they are not fully in control of their car.

The fact is, you're as bad as some of those scum journalists who reported it. Stephanie was a lovely girl, lovely, and for a time we were happy together. But she was a mess. She drank and she took recreational drugs and in the end she died in Barbados. But I wasn't even on the boat when it happened.

After my son died, I went to a psychiatrist. He proved - or I proved - that Sigmund Freud was correct when he said that the Irish are impervious to psychoanalysis.

I think Hell exists on Earth. It's a psychological state, or it can be a physical state. People who have severe mental illness are in Hell. People who have lost a loved one are in Hell. I think there are all kinds of different hells. It's not a place you go to after you die.

I think the heartbreak of September 11 - America's grief not only over the loss of life but also the loss of our own innocence - has expanded us as people because it has tenderized our hearts. On a psychological level, the American people have matured as a result of that awful day.

Learning about all those different things psychologically - about grief and my own addictions and problems and stuff like that, and really getting an education on it, I think it was part of the process of it, learning about it and trying to lick it.

It's not good to lose your dad at any time but at 13 years of age you are just going through puberty and growing up and that was a very crucial time and was a hard time to lose my dad and it had a big effect on me.

My grief is that the publishing world, the book writing world is an extraordinary shoddy, dirty, dingy world.

I'm a big fan of gallows humor. When my aunt passed away, she was in a coma for a day before my cousins pulled the plug. And the amount of joking and base humor that went on that day around her bed was so insane. It's crazy how people talk when something horrible is happening.