Quotes About Grief

The dead never listen when you want to tell them anything.

Grief is a strange thing. I'd thought, for the longest time, that being at Latham was a constant grieving for an answer. Live or die. Return home or succumb. But it wasn't grief at all. It was fear.

There's a difference between missing someone and mourning them…Because that's all you can do in this world, no matter how strong the current beats against you, or how heavy your burden, or how tragic your love story. You keep going.

The death of a relationship. At least I was dressed for the wake.

But maybe it was better this way, remembering those few months at the beginning of the year as this wonderful thing was over now, rather than living in Cassidy's world without her

because we were in love with the same dead girl.

Oh God, who died?" Nick deadpanned. He was joking, but he wasn't. "One day that's not going to be funny," Charlie warned.

wasn't exactly crying, but it hurt like hell to swallow.

Father John told the mourning priest, "Join your grief with the grief of others, and then you will find it easier to carry.

Andy also skipped his wife's private burial in the Brooklin Cemetery, in July, 1977. None of us in the family expected otherwise or held this against him. And when his own memorial came, eight years later, I took the chance to remark, "If Andy White could be with us today he would not be with us today.

Grief. The state of mind brought about when love, having lost to death, learns to breathe beside it. See also love.

But in the time since she died, I have been aware, every minute, of my love for her. She lives in my love.

May cocktails. A sad, depressing sensation of a seasonal and social stereotype. What comes to my mind is that maman is no longer here and life, stupid life, continues.

To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought...?

Isn't the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language — the amorous language? No more 'I love you's.

There are some kinds of sorrow that words can never reach, certain kinds of things you can never hold in the box of your thoughts, certain kinds of pain you can't soften in other people.

To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive - to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before." --

Whilst the wolflets bayed, A grave was made, And then with the strokes of a silver spade, It was filled to make a mound. And for two cold days and three long nights, The father tended that holy plot; And stayed by where his wife was laid, In the grave within the ground.

After the death of John Laurens, Hamilton shut off some compartment of his emotions and never reopened it.

Shock, confusion, fear, anger, grief, and defiance. On Sept. 11 2001, and for the three days following the worst terrorist attack on U.S. soil, President George W. Bush led with raw emotion that reflected the public's whipsawing stages of acceptance.

I remembered what C. S. Lewis said of the clash between grief and faith: "The tortures occur," he wrote. "If they are unnecessary, then there is no God, or a bad one. If there is a good God, then these tortures are necessary for no even moderately good Being could possibly inflict or permit them if they weren't.

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

What people resist is not change per se, but loss.

I am awake but asleep, a ghost floating in a space that has no beginning or end, just an endless hall of grief.