Quotes About Grief

There can be only one answer. We have not honored the Holy Spirit as we should have done. Is there one who can say that that is not true? Is not every thoughtful heart ready to cry: "God forgive me that I have not honored the Holy Spirit as I should have done, that I have grieved

I know I'm out of your life / But the day that I die / I know you are going to cry.

We all recognize grief in moments that should be celebrations;

Grief will go--it always does-- but not before it forces us to do these absurd things, and hurt ourselves, and bring on suffering, because grief, that parasite, above all else does not want to die, and only in these terrible moments it creates can it feel itself thrashing back to life.

One person after another came up and said his mother was at peace. His mother's friends: each with her own peculiar spiked or curled white hairdo, like a dahlia show.

I know I'm out of your life / But the day that I die / I know you are going to cry

We all recognize grief in moments that should be celebrations; it is the salt in the pudding.

He is grieving, for sure—the loss of his lover, his career, his novel, his youth—so why not cover the mirrors, rend the fabric over his heart, and just let himself mourn? Perhaps he should try alone.

the grief...had never been over him, a clumsy foreign child. It had always been for themselves, so young then, learning that you could not tailor your hopes like a suit and expect them to fit forever

Because at funerals, forever is the theme of the day.

That, in essence, is the catastrophe of suicide for those who survive: not only the loss of someone, but the loss of the chance to persuade that person to act differently, the loss of the chance to connect.

You lose the ability to trust anyone, to be touched, to grieve. Eventually, you are simply absent from yourself.

Grief is a humble angel who leaves you with strong, clear thoughts and a sense of your own depth. Depression is a demon who leaves you appalled.

She looked at me – I was crying, though she was not – and she took on a tone of gentle reprimand. 'Don't think you're paying me some kind of tribute if you let my death become the great event of your life,' she said to me. 'The best tribute you can pay to me as a mother is to go on and have a good and fulfilling life. Enjoy what you have.

There is a basic emotional spectrum from which we cannot and should not escape, and I believe that depression is in that spectrum, located near not only grief but also love. Indeed I believe that all the strong emotions

Let me bury here the rage I feel to have been twice robbed: once of the child I wanted, and once of the son I loved.

Ne exprim?m iubirea, deoarece satisfacÈ›ia adus? de iubire este enorm?, È™i continu?m s? ne exprim?m iubirea È™i s? acÈ›ion?m protector, deoarece pierderea iubirii e traumatizant?. Dac? n-am simÈ›i durere la pierderea fiinÈ›ei iubite, dac? am avea pl?cerea iubirii, dar n-am simÈ›i nimic când obiectul iubirii noastre e ruin?, am fi considerabil mai puÈ›in protectori decât suntem.

The grief of children was unconditional, fueled by the implicit belief that it would last forever; for a child, grief was not grief unless it was eternal.

We are no longer as close as before. Henryk is taking something from me. I cannot hold on to that which he will take with him when he goes. And that which is mine in him will die on the other side of the wall. Now there will be less of Pawelek.

Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah's shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces.

This is good and hot. I remember you used to say that about someone I know. He shakes his head. Give it up, Scotts. That boat sailed, sank, and got towed. But... No. It ain't going to happen. He sits down next to me and I curl up next to him. Nicky, it's hard being a child of your divorce and probably the reason somebody is dead. Nick raises my head with his hands and looks at me and smiles. Life bites, baby girl. ...and sucks. Amen.

Grief can have its own weightage. What is worse? The loss of a parent or one's own child?

And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.

I discover that it is possible to be angry with someone who has died. It is possible to hate yourself for being angry with someone who has died. It is possible to believe that you will die from grief, that somehow your breathing will catch itself up and simply stop. It is possible to believe that you could have stopped the terrible thing that happened at any time, if only you had known.