Quotes About Grief

A thought struck me: maybe I wouldn't ever be the real me again. Because the only thing that would snap things back to the way they were, would be if he had't died.

I mean, I knew he'd died but I'd never believed it was permanent

People say it's the finality of death that they can't handle. But what was tearing me apart was that I didn't know where Aidan was. I mean, he had to be somewhere. All his opinions and thoughts and memories and hopes and feelings, all the things that were unique to him, that made him a one-off human being—they couldn't be just gone.

People say it's the finality of death that they can't handle. But what was tearing me apart was that I didn't know where Aidan was. I mean, he had to be somewhere.

Those who hadn't experienced the death of a parent [...] had an innocence that flew in the face of reality, an expectation that life would still deliver a fairy-tale ending.

Grief and passion make a volatile mix.

Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.

he told her folk never got over grief. It's there to make inroads into life, taking a bit at a time away from you.

People with a lot of dead begin to lose the desire to live.

I had no idea that the gate I would step through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother's body made.

Loss is the wisdom behind song.

Our dream of life will end as dreams do end, abruptly and completely, when the sun rises, when the light comes. And we will think, all that fear and all that grief were about nothing. But that cannon be true. I can't believe we will forget our sorrows altogether. That would mean forgetting that we had lived, humanly speaking. Sorrow seems to me to be a great part of the substance of human life.

The force behind the movement of time is a mourning that will not be comforted.

My custom has always been to ponder grief; that is, to follow it through ventricle and aorta to find its lurking places.

This perfect quiet had settled into their house after the death of their father. That event had troubled the very medium of their lives. Time and air and sunlight bore wave and wave of shock, until all the shock was spent, and time and space and light grew still again and nothing seemed to tremble, and nothing seemed to lean.

Chimerical grief — now guilt, now blame, now the thought that it could all have been otherwise. ~ Glory

When people come to speak to me, whatever they say, I am struck by a kind of incandescence in them, the 'I' whose predicate can be 'love' or 'fear' or 'want,' and whose object can be 'someone' or 'nothing' and it won't really matter, because the loveliness is just in that presence, shaped around 'I' like a flame on a wick, emanating itself in grief and guilt and joy and whatever else.

Our dream of life will end as dreams do end, abruptly and completely, when the sun rises, when the light comes. And we will think, All that fear and all that grief were about nothing. But

My custom has always been to ponder grief; that is, to follow it through ventricle and aorta to find out its lurking places. That old weight in the chest, telling me there is something I must dwell on, because I know more than I know and must learn it from myself—that same good weight worries me these days.

At this very moment I feel a kind of loving grief for you as you read this, because I do not know you, and because you have grown up fatherless, you poor child...You are drawing those terrible little pictures that you will bring me to admire, and which I will admire because I have not the heart to say one word that you might remember against me.

As you read this, I hope you will understand that when I speak of the long night that preceded these days of my happiness, I do not remember grief and loneliness so much as I do peace and comfort—grief, but never without comfort; loneliness, but never without peace. Almost never.

She emptied her mind of all thought of herself, of her children, of all anger, of all rebellion, of all questions. Then with a profound and deeply willed desire to believe, to be heard, as she had done every day since the murder of Carlo Rizzi, she said the necessary prayers for the soul of Michael Corleone.

V?riešiem sekss vajadz?gs, lai sagatavotos doties kauj? ar pašapzi?u. Sieviet?m sekss vajadz?gs zaud?juma b?du remd?šanai vai k? da?a no uzvaras gandar?juma.

There are people whose deaths make you ache with sadness. And then there are people whose deaths prevent the sun from rising, deaths that turn the walls black in every room you walk through, deaths that send storm clouds and a wail swirling through your head so that you can't hear music and you can't recognize your furniture or your own face in the mirror.