Quotes About Grief

This can't be real. It can't be. It's a nightmare. I'll wake up and find it's all been a nightmare. I mustn't think of it now, or I'll begin screaming in front of all these people. I can't think of it now. I'll think later, when I can stand it - when I can't see his eyes.

A hard little pain had started in her heart and was traveling slowly up toward her throat where it would become a lump and the lump would soon become tears.

Ellen was the audience before which the blustering drama of Gerald O'Hara had been played. Now the curtain had been rung down forever, the footlights dimmed and the audience suddenly vanished, while the stunned old actor remained on his empty stage, waiting for his cues.

Marriage was bad enough, but to be widowed-oh, then life was over forever!

Archie's carrying him to the vacant lot near Belle's. He's dead. Shot through the head.

Somehow she found that she was sitting on the low velvet chair and Ashley, on the hassock at her feet, was holding both her hands in his, in a hard grip. He was saying things—things that made no sense. Her mind was quite blank, quite empty of all the thoughts that had surged through it only a moment before, and his words made no more impression than rain on glass. They fell on unhearing ears, words that were swift and tender and full of pity, like a father speaking to a hurt child.

Now that you're gone, it hit us, super hard on Thanksgiving and Chrismas, this can't be right, yo you heard the track I did called this can't be life

Grief's darkness fades in the sunlight of thanksgiving.

No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.

There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.

I was for some time quite beside myself and could not believe that Providence could have required the presence of this indispensable man in the other world so soon.

Time doesn't, as advertised, heal all wounds. Although the wrenching immediacy of grief eventually passed, the settled sorrow that replaced it might in its own way be even more intense.

Something's died in me," she goes. "It took a long time for it to do it, but it's dead. You've killed something, just like you'd took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

We become our own enemy when we are thrown out of balance by anger, hatred, grief, or any other intense emotion. We are for the time being obsessed by something alien.

Time takes away the grief of men.

Sending you sincere condolences and the wish that the passing of time eases your sorrow.

I think the idea that death is not the end, that your dog's just gone to live on the farm, is limiting. Thoughts like that prevent you from making the most of the time that you have.

I have lost a brother and a best friend. The world has lost one of the greatest actors of all time.

Absolute green is the most restful color, lacking any undertone of joy, grief, or passion. On exhausted men this restfulness has a beneficial effect, but after a time it becomes tedious.

I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

In the aftermath of death Small talk feels too small, big talk too enormous.

February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.

Death is so strange, so mysterious, so sad, that we want to blame someone for it. And it was easy to blame me. Besides, when people wonder how I survived being accused of killing my mother, none of them realizes that watching her die was many, many times worse. And knowing I could have killed her was nothing compared to knowing I could not save her.