Quotes About Grief

All of sudden it hit Mariah like a bolt of thunder that it was Bannie's death why they got beat. It was the land...the land! She looked to Jacob - to his papa. Both of them looking like lightning just struck.

Blue that was unstable and misbehaved when left in skin. Blue like the sea that had taken his father. Blue, for his mother's sake, and for the true colour of every bereaved and bloodless heart when it is collapsing.

Red, brown, yellow, green, black. Five colours to say everything that could be said. And what Cy suddenly wanted, more than anything in the world just then, what he wanted was that missing blue, primary and resistant to the trade. Blue that was unstable and misbehaved when left in skin. Blue like the sea that had taken his father. Blue, for his mother's sake, and for the true colour of every bereaved and bloodless heart when it is collapsing.

I did not contact my father. He had another family; he was a stranger. I'd been raised, capably and neglectfully, by a borrowed woman and her shadow. I lay on Naomi's bed in the empty cottage, comforted by the hollow in her pillow, my face soaked. It was the beginning of grief, for every version of her.

I have this grief and I don't know why.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

In the morning of the second day they found their healer, a middle-aged man named Cerf who had lost his sons in the Rout and his grief-addled wife to suicide.

There will come a time when people decide you've had enough of your grief, and they'll try to take it away from you.

I read sad stories to inoculate myself against grief. I watch action movies to identify with the quick-witted heroes. Both the same fantasy: I'll escape the worst of it.

In this way I can mourn him without having to think about him.

It's an expression of grief for an original loss.

After a friend dies young, the story of her life becomes the exposition to a tragedy. This is the central problem of biography.

Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.

My roses still bloom, for I will not let them fade, but the weeping willows have choked out the cherry trees, and all the chrysanthemums and snapdragons have become love-lies-bleeding and anemones and hydrangeas of the deepest indigo blue. You are missed, my only violet.

There are no gardens in the Mirador. Only graveyards.

I have followed Hamlet for so long, so blindly. Now that he is gone, I do not remember how to walk on my own.

Grief is like being strapped to a bad fairground ride you never paid to go on.

She hadn't lived in the moment because she hadn't liked the moment she was living in. She'd done her best to be strong and keep smiling, but it had been the toughest year of her life. Grief, she thought, was a horrible companion.

I'm still sad. Part of me will always be sad, and there are days when I'm crushed by it. But the truth is that sometimes life sends you change that you wouldn't have chosen, and this was one of those times. I had no choice about losing Cameron, but I do have a choice about what I do with my life from now on. I miss him terribly, but I intend to get out of bed and keep living, no matter how hard that feels. And all the memories can come along with me.

Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I'm heavy, like there's to much gravity on my heart.

tain't so pleasant as when poor dear was here. Oh, I didn't want to lose her an' she didn't want to go, but it had to be. Such things ain't for us to say; there's no yes an' no to it.

My mom died of cancer when I was really young. I'm not someone who tries to work out their own stuff with a role, but I think that happened despite my best efforts to keep myself separate from it.

Listen to her the way you would listen to your own daughter if she died too young and tried to speak to you across long distances.