Quotes About Grief

Our Adonais has drunk poisonoh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe?

To outlive one's child is a terrible thing, but to do so because your child has taken his or her life is horrible.

You spend your whole life grieving for those who haven't died yet.

They teach you how to handle life in England, but they don't teach you a thing about death. There's no book telling you what to do when your mum or dad dies.

Eyes which have lost their tears have lost their most beautiful, their most glorious treasure.

Don't look for a life virtually free from discomfort, pain, pressure, challenge, or grief, for those are the tools a loving Father uses to stimulate our personal growth and understanding.

When you have a major loss in your life, the first thing you need to do is tell God exactly how you feel.

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.

Grief is a funny thing because you don't have to carry it with you for the rest of your life. After a bit you set it down by the roadside and walk on and leave it.

When a loved one passes, there are mixed emotions, and a thirst to live one's own life more deeply can certainly be among them.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

I don't think I've ever put it in words before. But daddy took a gun and ended his life and took momma's with him.

In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.

The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.

It was difficult knowing one of your cousins had lost his life.

Too many heroes in my life. All gone.

I was very close to my mother, and her death, which left a gaping hole in my life, has been very difficult for me and my father in a lot of ways.

Death has no need to be cruel, taking people's lives is more than enough.

We learn to face the reality and the pain of our loss, to say good-bye to the dead loved one, to restore ourselves, and to reinvest in life once again.

I would say my life experience has involved dealing with people very close to me that have died.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

It's very hard to lose someone who's the closest person to you in your life.

I began writing The Cold Song in the months following my fathers death, when I felt this sense of loss, disappearance, of being right in the middle of life and wondering: What now? How to proceed?