Quotes About Grief

And when she left, it was like opening up that vast void within all over again.

You cried?" he heard Chuck say through the window. "Then?" "Yeah. When the last one finally fell over the Cliff, I broke down and sobbed till my throat and chest hurt." Thomas remembered all too well. "Everything crushed in on me at once. Sure made me feel better—don't feel bad about crying. Ever." "Kinda does make ya feel better, huh? Weird how that works.

KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

Sarah was dead.

Dozens of people who'd been boo-hooing their eyeballs out an hour earlier were laughing like overcaffeinated hyenas, stuffing their face with a whole week's worth of SQ-rationed food. Dak wondered whether funerals for old people always ended up being such festive affairs.

Newt shushed them again. "That's not bloody half of it," he said, then pointed down into the Box. "I think she's dead.

I am the son of a murdered woman—anybody who'd call my books misogynistic is, frankly, out of their fucking mind.

Closure is bullshit.

I never knew her in life. She exists for me through others, in evidence of the ways her death drove them

Chingachgook grasped the hand that, in the warmth of feeling, the scout had stretched across the fresh earth, and in that attitude of friendship these intrepid woodsmen bowed their heads together, while scalding tears fell to their feet, watering the grave of Uncas like drops of falling rain.

Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.

Loss means losing what was We want to change but we don't want to lose. Without time for loss, we don't have time for soul.

Money can't buy happiness but it'll sure keep a mess of grief off your front porch.

advancing the cause of Jesus that didn't begin and end with love. I was wrong, totally wrong, and had to come to the place where I grieved the failure to love as the greatest failure a Christian is capable of.

Everything I have described so far seems to have happened to somebody else—to somebody else's father. But the death of a parent happens to you, and, once it starts, it never stops. It dislodges everything.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

What is laughter… but somehow the cabaletta to grief?

the girl.. her name was Shelly...

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

And between them, the little shoe-box glistening with scarlet wallpaper and gilt like a fairy coffin. Inside it, there was the crabbed corpse of a still-born child wreathed in bloody newspaper. "I hated you so much," she said softly.

Though now, of all that could have been, there is nothing.

The accumulation of grief over one lifetime is more then one heart can bear."Robert explained."Only the heartless could withstand more.Or the very young,those too naive to truly understand loss.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

As sung by Schipa, 'Che farò senza Euridice' is indeed the grief-stricken piece that Gluck intended. The true measure of its success lies in the word-note-tone relationship, where the art and idiom of the singer is added to the art of the composer in order to ensure the effective portrayal of human emotion.