Quotes About Grief

Mrs. Browning's death was rather a relief to me, I must say; no more Aurora Leighs, thank God!

I did not know the work of mourning Is like carrying a bag of cement Up a mountain at night The mountaintop is not in sight Because there is no mountaintop Poor Sisyphus grief I did not know I would struggle Through a ragged underbrush Without an upward path ... Look closely and you will see Almost everyone carrying bags Of cement on their shoulders That's why it takes courage To get out of bed in the morning And climb into the day.

I did not know the work of mourning Is a labor in the dark We carry inside ourselves

When Ungaretti lost his nine-year-old boy He understood that death is death In an extremely brutal way It was the most terrible event of my life I know what death means I knew it even before But when the best part of me was ripped away I experienced death in myself From that moment on It would strike me as shameless To talk about it That pain will never stop tormenting me

Grief broke down in phrases And extrapolated lines From me without myself Tear-stained pillow of stone I felt I was lying Beside him in the coffin Wormy mother Who takes us into the ground With her whenever and wherever She wants the grass glistens And grows over us in the heat Of late summer in the country

We live in a superficial, media-driven culture that often seems uncomfortable with true depths of feeling. Indeed, it seems as if our culture has become increasingly intolerant of that acute sorrow, that intense mental anguish and deep remorse which may be defined as grief. We want to medicate such sorrow away. We want to divide it into recognizable stages so that grief can be labeled, tamed, and put behind us.

I did not know the work of mourning Is like carrying a bag of cement Up a mountain at night

He could never stand still but now Something that had once been my son Lay there restless spirit Who left the house one rainy night And never returned Lost boy Who will never be found again Anywhere but eternity

If it was true what her mother had once told her, then nothing rang the telephone like death in the middle of the night.

A few women had cried, remembering the way Henry smiled or how he would join them in singing or thinking that the death ofanyone, good or bad, master or not, cut down one more tree in the life forest that shielded them from their own death; but most said or did nothing.

I think you should weep, now. It's time.

I wish I could've done more for her, but some sorrows were simply too individual to share.

Indeed, a funeral can give a subsequent event new importance for the entire family because the newly celebrated individual becomes the replacement for the family member who has just died.

Per un pò ci ho provato, ma sai bene che quando l'amore si spegne è più freddo della morte. Il problema è che le due parti in causa non si spengono contemporaneamente e quando sei la parte ancora accesa preferiresti essere morto.

A child's adoption carries the worst cruelty and grief; indeed, it separates from real parental love; such love nowhere can be possible; it also eliminates genuine identity. It executes a crime of selfishness in the context of deprivation for one and comfort for another.

Between dreams stand hope and despair, which cause a feeling of relief and grief.

Just saying; Sorry, cannot compensate, and heal all the griefs and pains that one bore with its tears.

Mostly tears with the smile carry happiness and joy, tears with the cry bear grief and pain.

Psychologically, crying relieves and softens the burden of grief and pain of sorrow; whereas, spiritually, it cleans the sins and mistakes and purifies the conscience and soul.

Silence heals grief and pain of the soul caused by bitter and ugly attitudes.

Surely, tears are incredible and best therapy and remedy for sorrow, grief, and pain that, attack and occupy one's life.

Tears do not flow without reason.

Alive, her body belonged to him; dead, she was his ghost.

a heart that is busy cannot mourn