Quotes About Grief

When we deal with death, the pupils will always be fixed and dilated, which indicates that there is no longer brain activity or response.

It took a thing like my father's death to make me decide that I actually wanted to pursue drumming.

It's everyone's dread to lose a child. You lose someone you love so much, so young. It does hit you like nothing else, and there is a bit of you that thinks, well, if you can face that sort of challenge in your life, then it puts everything else into perspective.

My mum was a fixed point in my universe who was never going to grow old or die; she was always going to be there. And when she got sick, I was on the road all the time, I wasn't at home much, there was a lot of pressure. It was an awful time, and when she died, it was like your world falls apart.

My father passed away in 2005, and day after, I sat in my flat in Woolwich on my bed, and I feel that I saw him.

For years following the death of my mother, I wanted to write about her. I started writing what I thought of as personal essays about growing up as her child, but I never could finish any of them. I think I was too close to that loss, and too eager to try and resolve things, to make her death make sense.

Accept loss forever.

Sometimes I feel like I've forgotten how to be the mom after the death of my son.

I wasn't angry with God that I lost my husband. I was devastated; I was broken. I still am, in many ways. But I feel like God gives free will to everyone, and people who want to choose evil, they have that same free will.

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.

In December 1988, my mother died of lung cancer. I died too. I couldn't function.

I remember watching that scene in 'My Girl' where Anna Chlumsky cries at a funeral. I would cry with her and be like, 'Yeah, I think I could do that. I could do a funeral scene.'

People deal with death differently; some even laugh at funerals.

Depressions may bring people closer to the church but so do funerals.

I done been to so many funerals.

I cry at births and not at funerals.

This is the saddest story I have ever heard.

No, any great grief, though the grief itself may have gone, leaves in its place a train of horrors, of misery, and despair.

I felt total bad about it, and empty. Granpa said he knew how I felt, for he was feeling the same way. But Granpa said everything you lost which you had loved give you that feeling. He said the only way round it was not to love anything, which was worse because you would feel empty all the time.

At which point my grief-sounds ricocheted outside of language. Something like a drifting swarm of bees. At which point in the tetric silence that followed I was swarmed by those bees and lost consciousness. At which point there was no way out for me either.

La muerte no nos roba los seres amados. Al contrario, nos los guarda y nos los inmortaliza en el recuerdo. La vida sí que nos los roba muchas veces y definitivamente.

Sara went to it and sat down. She was a queer child, as I have said before, and quite unlike other children. She seldom cried. She did not cry now. She laid her doll, Emily, across her knees, and put her face down upon her, and her arms around her, and sat there, her little black head resting on the black crape, not saying one word, not making one sound.

It was in that strange and sudden way that Mary found out that she had neither father nor mother left; that they had died and been carried away in the night