Quotes About Grief

Eric is dead.

Tears were coursing down the faces of Kennedy's moonstruck recruits. John Kennedy had inspired us with his vision. One by one, we left work to grieve in private. The flag was at half-staff in our hearts.

I love you, but you are another death, a death that has stayed with me and befriended me as the old death in the lake did, but death all the same.

When I heard that she was dead, I really suffered very little.

There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.

Only those who know the supremacy of the intellectual life??the life which has a seed of ennobling thought and purpose within??can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

Only those who know the supremacy of the intellectual life—the life which has a seed of ennobling thought and purpose within it—can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.

In every parting there is an image of death.

But we get accustomed to mental as well as bodily pain, without, for all that, losing our sensibility to it. It becomes a habit of our lives, and we cease to imagine a condition of perfect ease as possible for us. Desire is chastened into submission, and we are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence and act as if we were not suffering.

It is but once that we can know our worst sorrows.

Only those who know the supremacy of intellectual life - the life which has a seed of ennobling thought and purpose within it - can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing, soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.

For the Squire's wife had died long ago, and the Red House was without that presence of the wife and mother which is the fountain of wholesome love and fear in parlour and kitchen; and

Silas himself was feeling the withering desolation of that bereavement about which his neighbours were arguing at their ease.

the involuntary loss of any familiar object almost always brings a chill as from an evil omen; it seems to be the first finger-shadow of advancing death. From

She was no longer wresting with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes from the first moments of our first great sorrow when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and healed, to have despaired and recovered hope.

Once we accept the fact of loss, we understand that the loved one obstructed a whole corner of the possible, pure now as a sky washed by rain," wrote Camus.

forgiveness is actually for yourself: until you forgive, you carry the burden and the weight of the grief.

The day I won an Emmy was also the day my father passed away. I received a call from my sister on the way to the ceremony and had to turn my car around and catch the first flight back to Karachi.

Certainly, we all wonder what is beyond, and when you lose a loved one, I think part of the grieving process includes where that person might have gone or if you'll ever see them again. I think it forces you to look up to the sky, to the cosmos.