Quotes About Grief

it's easy to be forgetful when you're grieving, even forget those things that you believe most people wouldn't.

The death of loved ones often awakens the death inside of us.

Today my uncle died.and i am not feeling sad because he is dead.i am sad about that i can never see him alive again in my whole life.

She's too sad to be beautiful. No one that sad can still be beautiful.

my uncle died.and i don't feel sad because he died.but i felt so sad when i realize that i will never see him alive again in my whole life.

To mourn a lost love: better, longer than love's pretence.

Oh my grief, I've lost him surely. I've lost the only Playboy of the Western World.

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peaceAnd rest can never dwell, hope never comesThat comes to all.

For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead,Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor;So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed;And yet anon repairs his drooping head,And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled oreFlames in the forehead of the morning sky.So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves.

Methought I saw my late espoused saintBrought to me like Alcestis from the grave.

And when the work of grieving is done, The wound of loss will heal And you will have learned To wean your eyes From that gap in the air And be able to enter the hearth In your soul where your loved one Has awaited your return All the time.

Occasionally weep deeply over the life you hoped would be. Grieve the losses. Then wash your face. Trust God. And embrace the life you have.

God's reality is displayed to us in His Word or His world and we do not then feel in our heart any grief or longing or hope or fear or awe or joy or gratitude or confidence, then we may dutifully sing and pray and recite and gesture as much as we like, but it will not be real worship.

The quavering, sensual voice of Elvis Presley is coming from the juke-box in lonesome, sad, sustained, orgasmic moans: The bell-hop's tears keep flowing The desk clerk's dressed in black. Ã¢â'¬Â¦

The foam is not cruel.… The state of mind which attributes to it these characters of a living creature is one in which the reason is unhinged by grief. All violent feelings… produce in us a falseness in all our impressions of external things, which I would generally characterize as the "Pathetic Fallacy."

She felt that she'd been watching a shadow. A shadow of the dead.

For as much as I hate the cemetery, I've been grateful it's here, too. I miss my wife. It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her in all the places where she was alive.

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army. Visiting Kathy's grave was the less dramatic of the two.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

Grief has a ruthless commonality.

Over Emily's grave, Peach said the Lord's Prayer in a

While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.

She had aged five years since Cirocco last saw her. She was a thin, hollow-eyed ghost with hands that shook constantly. She looked incomplete, as if half of her had been hacked away.