Quotes About Grief

How couldn't he understand what happened, how death could make one person take to bed and another person sit on a rock

You know what's the worst thing about parents dying?" Harrison said. "It's all the questions you'll never get to ask them. Little things you thought you'd have forever to find out.

Mommy and Daddy," Quinn gasped. "Grandma will kill you when she finds out you took it," Allie said. "We weren't ready," Quinn said as if hypnotized. "We weren't ready to scatter their ashes. How could I just leave them there?

He didn't want to think about the people in his life, the people who could make him feel the way he did inside right now. Sad and angry, and as though he had lost something he couldn't quite name.

she lost her parents in a boating accident, right out there—" he pointed across the beach to the Sound. "A few years ago now. She's getting better a little at a time. You never get over something like that, but she has a lot of people loving her, pulling her through.

Stevie wanted to find the right words, to comfort the child. She wanted to ask what had happened to Emma. But she felt constrained, afraid she would say something wrong. Her own mother had died when she was young, and she remembered a world of adults who meant well but just seemed to make everything worse.

Chance, time, the rules of civilized life, grief, pain, an imbalance of humors, all make it extraordinary that any of us are ever happy. When we are, it is fleeting.

In the bitter air, the grieving were wreathed in white by their sighs.

Death had snatched colour away with the Prince's life.

I'm sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But i understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please use when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us

We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find out interest in life returning to us.

I hardly dare believe it after that horrible day last summer. I have had a heart ache ever since then. But it is gone now." "This baby will take Joy's place." Said Marilla. "Oh, no no no Marilla. He can't, nothing can ever do that. He has his own place, my dear wee man child. But little Joy has hers, and always will have it.

I've read somewhere that 'our dead are never dead until we have forgotten them.' Matthew will never be dead to me, for I can never forget him.

I had a dog once. I thought so much of him that when he died I couldn't bear the thought of getting another in his place. He was a friend.

you wouldn't want it to stop hurting . . . you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.

It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it

For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.

In truth, I don't want to be there. I don't want to see the light go out of my brother's eyes.

I am someone who can look at certain things without flinching. Certain dead people. Particular dead people. But I cannot look at the creatures.

I'm so sorry.' It was very obvious Mrs Douglas was dead. She was dressed only in her nightgown; her eyes protruded

Though at the moment, with the bleak emptiness of the rest of his mortal journey facing him, he couldn't help but wonder if he might have been better off never to have known her, never to have loved her, and never to have lost her. He closed his eyes and wept.

Love is love, and loss is loss. We all love, and we all die, and everyone suffers the pain of grieving. The trick is to enjoy what you have while you have it.

She had impressed him as capable of behaviour even more meaningless than most human beings. He had watched her kill her own people with a ferocity that betrayed real grief. But she was someone, he had decided early, who struggled harder with life than she needed to: this he respected, even admired.

No, the sadness will soften, its edges will become less rough. In time missing him will be the way you love him.