Quotes About Grief

ELECTRA: Oh but my love—now that you have travelled back down all those years to meet my heart, over all this grief of mine, do not oh love— ORESTES: What are you asking? ELECTRA: Do not turn your face from me. Don't take yourself away.

I live in a place of tears.

ISMENE: How can I live alone, without her? CREON: Her? Don't even mention her-- she no longer exists. ISMENE: What? You'd kill your own son's bride? CREON: Absolutely: there are other fields for him to plow.

Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .

This is Electra. Brilliant no more.

heaviest of all woe Is theirs whose life is crushed beyond recall.

Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bear-- don't fire up your hearts with so much grief. No reason to blame the pass you've come to now.

Electra, grieving for death, for her father, as a nightingale grieving always.

None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep.

And the dead man will hate thee too, with cause. Say I am mad and give my madness rein To wreck itself; the worst that can befall Is but to die an honorable death.

Home you'll come, in tears, cut off from the sight of it all, the brilliant rites unfinished.

No pity for these things, there is no pity but mine, oh father, for the pity of your butchering rawblood death.

Upon that foreign soil he chose Died he! For ever laid Low, in the kindly shade, He left behind no tearless grief, No measured mourning, dull and brief, These eyes are wet With weeping yet, Nor know I how to find relief. Antigone

Oh how she wept, mourning the marriage-bed where she let loose that double brood—monsters— husband by her husband, children by her child.

Now I weep like a man who wails the dead and the dirge comes pouring forth with all my heart!

all the griefs in the world that you can name, all are theirs forever.

No wonder you suffer twice over, the pain of your wounds, the lasting grief of pain.

What grief can crown this grief? It's mine alone, my destiny—I am Oedipus!

Yours is a grief that can't be quenched.

How do you measure misery?

make grief a weapon!

Not the shape of one I loved. The ashes of a ghost.

One of my hardest parts of my job is to console the family members who have lost their life.

This is a tragic world we live in.