Quotes About Grief

When your mother dies, it really hurts. But with time, you get used to it. That's nature's way.

It took me a long time to get used to the reality that my grandmother had passed away. Wherever I was, in the house, in the garden, out on the fields, her face always appeared so clearly to me.

On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a withered leaf. Time and change can do no more.

It is not fun singing about losing somebody like that, but at the same time it was easy to write because the memories were so real and vivid and so much a part of who I am.

Several very good friends of mine have died of AIDS. I spent a great deal of time with them when they went through that process.

Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.

I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world." That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart.

The time at length arrives, when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity and the smile that plays upon the lips, although it may be deemed a sacrilege, is not banished.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss--you have gone and lost something else.

When my father passed away two or three years ago, I didnt listen to music for four days - thats a long time for me.

she braided my sister's hair with hands that smelled deep roots buried in the earth she told me the old stories how time never mattered when she died they gave me her clock

Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harden my heart against him.

It was hard having a dead hero for a best friend.

Hope lives. No matter the mistakes we make, no matter our blunders and misunderstandings, no matter the grief and sorrow and loss, no matter how deep the darkness, hope lives.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

You tell yourself it would be best for her to die. You tell yourself that if now, at this hour of the night, she died, it would be easier. For you, you probably mean, but you don't finish the sentence.

La mémoire de la plupart des hommes est un cimetière abandonné, où gisent sans honneurs des morts qu'ils ont cessé de chérir. Toute douleur prolongée insulte à leur oubli.

Sometimes, after long intervals, I have thought to feel the slight stir of an approach, a touch as light as the contact of eyelashes and warm as the hollow of a hand. And the shade of Patroclus appears at Achilles' side..

Iubitorul de flori va primi de la mine doar zadarnice jerbe funerare.

Sentía que en torno a mí empezaban a ofuscarse frente a un dolor tan prolongado; su violencia causaba mayor escándalo que su causa. Si me hubiera abandonado a las mismas lamentaciones por la muerte de un hermano o de un hijo, lo mismo me hubieran reprochado que llorara como una mujer. La memoria de la mayoría de los hombres es un cementerio abandonado donde yacen los muertos que aquéllos han dejado de honrar y de querer. Todo dolor prolongado es un insulto a ese olvido.

De herinnering van de meeste mensen is een verlaten kerkhof, waar de doden die ze hebben opgehouden lief te hebben eerloos terneerliggen. Elk langdurig verdriet is een aanklacht tegen hun vergetelheid.

Ä°nsanlar?n pek çoÄŸunun bellekleri, sevmekten vazgeçtikleri ölülerinin sessiz sedas?z yatt?klar? terk edilmiÅŸ mezarl?klard?r. unutulmayan ac? unutkanl?klar?na yönelen bir küfürdür.

If you lose someone, you feel a loss, then after a while you fill in the hole in your life and the loss gradually gets smaller and smaller and eventually goes away. There's a point to the pain. There's a reason and a direction.

No one can resurrect love once it has breathed its last.