Quotes About Grief

In a blink of a life my brother James, mother and I lost a vital part of our tiny family. We were devastated. I felt completely bereft. And then 9/11 happened. And I had written the only book in the world about the group behind the devastating attack.

My highs are possibly too high, just as my lows are probably too low. Yet I want to be affected by places and people and life and grief. That's the privilege of experiences. I want to be moved and touched and emotional. That's what makes me feel alive. That's why I adore adventures and need to travel.

The misfortune is that although everyone must come to [death], each experiences the adventure in solitude. We never left Maman during those last days... and yet we were profoundly separated from her.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

For Zaza If there are tears in my eyes tonight, is it because you are no longer alive, or because I am? I should dedicate this story to you, but I know that you no longer exist anywhere, and my writing to you like this is pure literary artifice. In any case, this isn't really your story, only one inspired by us. You were not Andrée; nor was I Sylvie, who speaks in my name.

Avevo perduto la sicurezza dell'infanzia; in cambio non avevo guadagnato niente.

Electra weeping for the dead Orestes. If we love God while thinking that he does not exist, he will manifest his existence.

Piety in regard to the dead: to do everything for what does not exist.

There was nothing to say to tragedy that had outlived hope.

Death is not a reaper, like they say, nor even a friend. It is a dark, fierce water, an inundation.

GUARDIA ...dopo molto tempo, vediamo lei, Antigone, che lancia un grido acuto, come di uccello angosciato alla vista del nido deserto.»

Don't think about it. Don't think about what could have been. It's too unbearable.

grief is long and messy and horrible—but it's not an illness. And you cope how you cope. There's no 'well' about it.

And then Jo met Professor Bhaer, so we had to watch that bit. And then Beth died. So I guess the March sisters were on their own jagged graph too.

My friend lost his mother when we were at college. I spent a lot of nights talking with him. Lot of nights. He pauses. I know what it's like. You don't just get over it. And it doesn't make any difference if you're supposedly a grown-up. And it never goes away

Not from Hades' black and universal lake can you lift him. Not by groaning, not by prayers. Yet you run yourself out in a grief with no cure, no time-limit, no measure. It is a knot no one can untie. Why are you so in love with things unbearable?

What do I care for life when you are dead?

Another husband could be found and with That husband another son. But I have no mother now. I have no father. I cannot bring another brother to the world.

ORESTES: Just to see the outline of your suffering ELECTRA: Yet this is only a fraction of it you see.

I was born to share love, not hate", said Antigone. "Go then, and share your love for the dead", responds Creon.

It is but sorrow to be wise when wisdom profits not.

I know not, but strained silence, so I deem, IS no less ominous than excessive grief.

Long, long ago; her thought was of that child By him begot, the son by whom the sire Was murdered and the mother left to breed With her own seed, a monstrous progeny. Then she bewailed the marriage bed whereon Poor wretch, she had conceived a double brood, Husband by husband, children by her child.

You are a woman marked for sorrow.