Quotes About Grief

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.

EPITAPH ON AN INFANT Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade,   Death came with friendly care: The opening Bud to Heaven convey'd,   And bade it blossom there.

Grief was an illness with me. Unfortunately it's incurable. I've just learned to live with it.

died. But he couldn't take the

He'd been such a solid presence beside her, Strong, warm, vibrant. So different from that form beneath the sheet in the mougue

Sometimes it seemed as if the burden of each death was added to the others until she was bowed under the weight of dead souls.

Then my tears come blinding, and he lead me by the arm. I stumble in the elevator, thinking of that moon rain. Salt that last forever, grief that live beyond all life.

Yo, I feel this been the truth of all our time together. We always been a grief that huddle close against a vicious light.

we don't sit enough with our grief and let our bodies process it.

I remember when my kitten got run over. My mother was devastated. She put it in a green garbage bag and cried and cried. She said she couldn't stop picturing that little cat. Tumbling and tumbling and tumbling.

Celeste had haar verdriet nog geen plaats weten te geven. Het had haar overweldigd, haar overspoeld als een gruwelijke vloedgolf van pijn en verdriet waardoor een onneembare barrière was ontstaan, een slotgracht die haar insloot en die voor niemand te overbruggen was.

Lo peor no es la muerte. Es la tristeza de los que quedamos vivos. Es el vacío.

What cannot be said will be wept.

Most friends had fallen away over the years. Either they'd started avoiding me, as if my grief and bad luck were contagious, or I'd started to avoid them, unwilling to give them the chance to disappoint me. Besides, too much time around normal people made me feel like an alien, unwanted and ugly, fluent in a different language.

I paused beneath the arched entrance, where the drawbridge had once been, imagining all the people who had passed in and out over the centuries, every one of them carrying a combination of desire, hope, jealousy, despair, grief, love, and every other human emotion; a combination that made each one as unique as a snowflake, yet linked all of them inextricably to every other human being from the dawn of time to the end of it.

I am further back, surrounded on all sides by wailing men, their faces shiny with tears. Uncle Al promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-- even the dogs were howling.

I'm glad has promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-even the dogs are howling.

But my darling was as frail as a bird. She died nine days later. After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled. Although

I got this strong feeling of missing him, like he was someone who I loved who had died and gone away, someone who was mostly a memory. I wanted to grab him and say okay, I was sorry about Tommy, it was just a stupid mistake and I knew I'd hurt him and I wish I hadn't. Because I did love him. I did.

There are so many pieces to grief. Sad pieces, angry pieces, guilty pieces, pieces of regret, and pieces that are a certain kind of pain that doesn't even have a word.

Death changes things,' I said. 'It happens and you can't stop it. You don't have a choice. This is different.' 'Life changes things, too.

Her door is cracked only a tiny bit, and her room is dark. Through the crack I can see her legs on the bed and hear her crying. Not like the big sobbing you do when something tragic and unexpected happens. It's the quiet kind of crying that can go for hours, when over and over again you try to stop, try to tell yourself it's going to be okay, but another part of yourself can't stop thinking about the thing that's breaking your heart.

She had a hundred reasons: because Bear had carved a statue of her in the center of the topiary garden, because she could always make him laugh, because he'd let her return to the station, because he won at chess and lost at hockey, because he ran as fast as he could to polar bear births, because he had seal breath even as a human, because his hands were soft, because he was her Bear. Because i want my husband back, Cassie said.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.