Quotes About Grief

It was always surprising to me how ferociously the public mourned a beautiful stranger -- especially one from a famous family. Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the though, At least it wasn't me.

Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own lives, be rid of it, feel lucky and light for a few days, comforted by the thought, At least that wasn't me.

was what accidental deaths did to people, made everybody's sea floor irregular and uneven, causing tidal currents to collide, surge upwards, thereby resulting in small yet volatile eddies churning at everybody's surface. (In the more dangerous

Nothing's worse than saying goodbye. It's a little like dying.

And while each death would echo loudly halfway around the world, hurling families and even whole communities into grief, often with shattering consequences for generations, in Hue there wasn't even time to stop and look, much less grieve.

When he got back to Phu Bai, one of the walking wounded, he was ordered to look through nearly a hundred body bags and identify those he recognized. It took him two days to complete the job, unzipping the bags and looking at the pale, lifeless faces.

And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.

Being in grief, it turns out, is not unlike being in love. In both states, the imagination's entirely occupied with one person. The beloved dwells at the heart of the world, and becomes a Rome: the roads of feeling all lead to him, all proceed from him. Everything that touches us seems to relate back to that center: there is no other emotional life, no place outside the universe of feeling centered on its pivotal figure.

But I don't feel sad about it. Because Mother is dead. And because Mr. Shears isn't around anymore. So I would be feeling sad about something that isn't real and doesn't exist. And that would be stupid.

And one of the friends died of fear that very nice and the other two were broken men for the rest of their lives.

What would your mother think about that?" which is stupid because Mother is dead and you can't say anything to people who are dead and dead people can't think.

Don't tell anyone, but when he reads something that he likes he gets real happy, turns on the music, and dances by himself, or with a broom sometimes. Mum's the word. I suppose it's because his wife's dead, said Christiana, that he dances with a broom. I don't think so, said Boonya. He dances with a mop, too. Maybe he had a mistress. He did, but she had short hairs. I also got short-haired mops.

Death is the Mother of Beauty

They are all dead now.

Fresh sorrows reactivate old ones. We go to the same well to grieve, and it's fuller every time.

Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn't want to look at that.

Since the baby had died, they had had no other child.

I always think that those who are impervious to grief most be impervious also to happiness. If you have feelings capable of the one, you must have them capable also of the other.

Those who depart must have earned such sorrow before it can be really felt. 

Nobody had yet spoken to her about her father since she had been at Framley. It had been as though the subject were a forbidden one. And how frequently is this the case! When those we love are dead, our friends dread to mention them, though to us who are bereaved no subject would be so pleasant as their names. But we rarely understand how to treat our own sorrow or those of others.

If I were to die, your friends would advise you not to grieve; but they would think you very unfeeling if you did not.

No one, probably, ever felt himself to be more alone in the world than our old friend,* the Duke of Omnium, when the Duchess died.

Alguien dijo una vez, no sé quién, que el SIDA es como la guerra, son los padres los que despiden a sus hijos.

most unhappiness springs from conflict or grief