Quotes About Grief

I think, life is miserable.

Grief is a form of validation; it says the wound mattered. It mattered. You mattered. That's not the way life was supposed to go.

I had thought of many things since knowing her, but never her death. For all her years, she nourished a love in me. Now it was gone. Now that she was dead I could think of her no longer. I had sobbed and whimpered and wept until it was all gone, all of it, and as always I found myself alone in the world.

IT'S BEEN EIGHTEEN MONTHS SINCE ALYSS'S DEATH

And then the world turned red, then black. And there was nothing any more.

It's brief and bright, dear children; bright and brief. Delight's the lightning; the long thunder's grief. — John Frederick Nims, "Days of Our Years," Selected Poems (The University of Chicago Press, 1982)

there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...

a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...

all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...

Venice had no memories of her father, a policeman killed in the line of duty before she was born, and it was a source of pain that she'd never truly overcome. For as long as she could remember, she'd always dreamed about what her father might have sounded like and smelled like. The picture on Mama's dresser gave her a face, but she'd never know the voice that went with it.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a silver lining in the clouds. But I believe there is real value in just standing there, being still, being sad.

I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

This man knocked on the wrong door." A perfect silence, Hunt's heart swelling with respect. "This man died looking for his daughter.

I won't patronize you by saying I know how you feel-every tragedy is different, and personal.

It is too late. I love him. I know it may bring me grief, and I can't do a thing about it. Mr. Congreve was right about love being a frailty of the mind.

Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.

amentalio n. the sadness of realizing that you're already forgetting sense memories of the departed-already struggling to hear their voice, picture the exact shade of their eyes, or call to mind little gestures you once knew by heart.

That it was sparing young people struck me as an enormous blessing, for there is nothing more devastating than the death of children.

Heartbreak comes just when you think nothing worse can happen.

There's nothing lonelier than grief. Sometimes I wanted to cry out to them all in the middle of History "Please please look at me help me can't you see how unhappy I am?" But what would have happened? They would have gathered round making soothing noises helping me out of the room maybe offering me tissues...and none of that would touch the deep dark ocean that circled silently inside. They could not see it touch it stop it. I didn't know any way to do that.