Quotes About Grief

This …this shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry." "Sorry?" Weak laughter bubbled up in her. Sorry was for when you stepped on someone's toe, or when you knocked over a lamp. Not for when you crushed someone's entire world.

Like life, the ocean holds chance and change, grief and terror and beauty. It promises mortality, not peace.

We don't go to the ocean for anything as simple as happiness, do we? We go there to feel alive. Like life, the ocean holds chance and change, grief and terror and beauty. It promises mortality, not peace.

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels different when they're gone.

But there are still times that I talk to the sky, and by the sky i mean Jim. Try to explain the life i have now to the same color blue that used to flash in his eyes.

repeating helps people get over sorrow. Otherwise the words build up in you, a lamentation, and you can't stop grieving.

Upon the death of her mother-in-law, Elearnor Roosevelt said, "It is truly a tragedy of life to have spent 35 years with someone and upon her death, not to give it a second thought.

Is it so easy—I thought—to die in the life of the people we can't live without?

I cried and cried, as if I had carelessly lost somewhere the most promising part of myself.

Right after her funeral I felt the way you feel when it suddenly starts raining hard, and you look around and find no place to take shelter.

No es locura, Dede, es dolor. -No derramó ni una lágrima. -Las lágrimas no son el dolor. -Sí, pero sin las lágrimas, ¿quién te asegura que el dolor existe?

He's gone, you're still here. You'll no longer enjoy the gleam of his eyes, of his words, but so what? Organize your defenses, preserve your wholeness, don't let yourself break like an ornament, you're not a knickknack, no woman is a knickknack.

Nunca hemos llorado tanto como en esos días, sí, nosotras las mujeres. Como si quisiéramos lavar a fuerza de lágrimas todas las imágenes, todos los muros, todas las aristas, todas las bancas de piedra manchadas de sangre de Tlatelolco, todas las huellas de los cuerpos desangrándose en los rincones... Pero es mentira que las imágenes se lavan a fuerza de lágrimas. Allí siguen en la memoria. • Perla Vérez de Aguilera, madre de familia

In waking life (just now), if I read his face like a card there is a reversal of fortunes, for I am the body he did not help, and when a body dies we can no longer study the hynger paths so that when I speak of him, instead of saying "father", I must say "your father" or "this man I knew" or "this dead man's eyebrow." What is a dead man? What does a dead man?

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

The victims," he said, "looked like a field of timothy grass, blown flat by the wind and rain after a summer storm.

Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature.

Coming to terms with loss is a difficult, painful, and largely solitary process which may be delayed rather than aided by distractions. Any rituals which underline the fact that bereavement is a profoundly traumatic event are helpful.

September 26, Newport went a little mad with grief. It was possibly,

Medvienko: Why do you always wear black? Masha: I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy

the romantic, spendthrift moral act is ultimately the practical one—the practical, expendient, cozy-dog move is the one that comes to grief.

I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy.

The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller. The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.