Quotes About Grief

And love leads to the grave.

The upstairs was hopeless: all her clothes, Dale's suits, everything belonging to the boys. And everywhere the powerful, sickening smell of ashes and water.

Underneath me, Sam Grest - who'd been my friend and saved my life - lay perfectly still and slipped further and further into the final sleep of an unfair and horrible death.

I haven't laughed so much over anything since the hogs ate my kid brother.

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.

Dreams are collisions of memories, they fuse the inconvenience of a mislaid pen with the grief of losing a loved one. They create hybrids, centaurs.

the suit just gave them something to bury him in, something to keep the body parts all in one place.

Again he thought of his own losses, and he wondered why it was that the things a person had lost— or might lose— defined him more than the things he yet possessed.

Anyone who's lived has lost somebody.

People don't have any mercy. They tear you limb from limb, in the name of love. Then, when you're dead, when they've killed you by what they made you go through, they say you didn't have any character. They weep big, bitter tears - not for you. For themselves, because they've lost their toy.

I don't deal with death very well. My brother, John Candy, my dad, my mom, Brandon Tartikoff just a couple of weeks ago. I mean, you lose a lot of people in your life, and that's one thing I am constantly working on - pain management.

Accidents happen, whether they're car accidents, friendly fire, drug overdoses. Accidents happen, and they're tragic. It's like a bomb that goes off and pieces of shrapnel rip into the flesh of the family. It's the families that need the compassion, because everywhere they walk, every day, someone reminds them of their loss.

It amuses me to weep for a dead man with eyes that once were his.

Luck and Joy and Grief and I Set off together into the world of existence Luck lay down and Joy ran off But Grief and I go wandering on.

He shouted her name again, and in his mind he saw Chuck, falling to the ground, covered in blood, and Newt's bulging eyes. Three of the closest friends he'd ever had. And WICKED had taken them all away from him.

His friend Chuck, stabbed in the chest, bleeding, dying as Thomas held him.

With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

Newt closed his eyes and tried not to see Tommy in the darkness of his mind.

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery.

He didn't remember any of the stories, and the thought filled him with a heavy sadness.

He'd kill Newt. He'd shot his own friend in the head.

But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

All the while, he thinks of his parents. His little sister. In his mind he sees them burning somewhere. He sees Madison screaming. And his heart breaks.