Quotes About Grief

She shoved the thought of Genie's giant bright lost eyes into the same box where she kept the memories of Leah, Carver, her mother and father, and Papa Georges.

David's hand rest on Sebastien's shirt front and cravat, over where his heart would have beat when he still lived. The pressure felt like a trap, suddenly, and Sebastien pulled away and stood, flicking his suitjacket straight, with his thumbs.

She never called, but she was there always, just at the edge of his awareness. He knew her despair and her grief. She punished herself. He thought she must not understand how she punished him, as well.

A wild, sleepless sorrow hovered inside my chest.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

Well, anyway, her death changed our lives for the better, because it brought a kind of awareness, a specific sense of purpose and appreciation we hadn't had before. Would I trade that in order to have her back? In a fraction of a millisecond. But I won't ever have her back. So I have taken this, as her great gift to us. But. Do I block her out? Never. Do I think of her? Always. In some part of my brain, I think of her every single moment of every single day.

—And Friday, my dear Friday, died of measlesseventeen years ago come March.

Even losing you (a joking voice, a gesture/ I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident/ the art of losing's not too hard to master/ though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

In her eyes I saw the pain that comes from regrets that will never be lifted.

It is queer to be in a place when someone has gone. It is not two other places, the place that they were there in, and the place that was there before they came. I can't get used to this third place or to staying behind.

know we argued—at times I hated him—but I loved him too, and he was always there. Now there is a hole and I cannot bear to look at it, yet neither can I bear to cover it with earth.

Grief was just the moment before you tied the thread and began the next one

she knew what such grief was like and she had built her own defenses high over the years. But if you raised them too much, they became a prison and in the end you drowned with no one to hear you scream.

Grief was just the moment before you tied off the thread and began the next one. That was when you made your choice about what you were going to sew next.

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

Aun en la muerte, te quiero junto a mi.

Ezra blew into Sarah's mouth frantically, knowing it was hopeless, but unwilling to admit it to himself. If he stopped breathing for her, he would have to begin life without her

the alchemy of grief transforms the most awkward phrases into sentiments of purest gold..

How much of what passes for grief in the world is really nothing more than regret?

My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.

One is seldom unchanged by the death of those one loves. It gives me a deeper knowledge of them, and so of oneself in regard to them.

Just as it takes death to awaken us to the full stature of someone loved

Have you ever seen a bird without its beak? Horrible, just tiny dead eyes and a hole in its face.

Christmas was gone. Brendan didn't even hate it, because how could you hate something that was dead?