Quotes About Grief

Me atrevo a profetizar que ésta será la actitud básica de Alemania tras perder la guerra nazi: el lloriqueo salvaje y testarudo de un niño enfermo que equipara ansioso la pérdida de su muñeco con el fin del mundo.

She drinks her Eva water. Their parents were taken down by cancer, heart attacks and strokes. Respectable diseases.

Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.

That grief is light which can take counsel.

Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.

Light griefs are plaintive , but great ones are dumb

The old queen had failed them so miserably... She was such a bitter disappointment. But Ursula was different. There was no one to distract her, no one for her to love. She was alone in the world, alone in her grief, and alone with her pain. No, she wouldn't disappoint them. Unlike the old queen, Ursula would be able to fill her heart with hate.

It is our lot to lose our loves and feel our hearts break in the wake of that loss.

The world was horrible. But life continued. What is more, life's usual proportions stayed the same. The ratio of good and evil, grief and happiness, remained unchanged.

The number of people who will be horrified by what happens, who will spill tears of sympathy with others' grief, will be very great. But there will be more, infinitely more, who will sit with their eyes glued greedily to their TV screens, who will take pleasure in other people's suffering, feel glad that it passed their city by, and make jokes about the retribution meted out to the Third Rome . . . retribution from on high. You know that, my enemy.

It was a sort of peace I have rarely enjoyed since. As if we were the only two souls on earth—all of nature ours to enjoy. I wondered why a creator who had dreamt such beauty would have slandered it with such evil. Such grief. Why He had not been content to leave it unspoilt. I still wonder.

Funny to get so close...only to have him ripped away again.

It is the sort of suffering that cannot be done justice with words. I can say only this—that I suspect it is an anguish from which one never recovers. A walking death.

He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil. —Thomas Fuller

How beautiful is the experience of dance, for it melts the grief of a heart with its steps of solace

From anger results delusion, from delusion results confusion of memory ...' Not only anger, but a scroll of other unhappy emotions can fog your mind: fear, depression, self-pity, envy, grief, hatred, restlessness, anxiety.

He took the diary from Mother's hand and turned it over. The heartbreaking something, he read, of a tragic whatever.

Thousands of years of language and literature and we haven't come up with something better than these two, tired words - I'm sorry - to express sympathy for a loss.

Thousands of years of language and literature and we haven't come up with something better than these two, tired words -I'm sorry-' to express sympathy for a loss. Maybe because deep down we know that nothing we say can help someone who's suffering.

Do not hurry as you walk with grief; it does not help the journey. Walk slowly, pausing often: do not hurry as you walk with grief. Be not disturbed by memories that come unbidden. Swiftly forgive; and let Christ speak for you unspoken words. Unfinished conversation will be resolved in him. Be not disturbed. Be gentle with the one who walks with grief. If it is you, be gentle with yourself. Swiftly forgive; walk slowly, pausing often. Take time, be gentle as you walk with grief.

Lord, as the seasons turn, creation teaches us of grief, patience, and renewal. Make us good students of these rhythms that we might not hurry the work of grief but receive the gift of your presence in our time of need. Amen.

Tis I, my sweet, your rough-and-ready man Well hid by night to beg your fine white hand Though king of bandits, draped in chains of gold I'm poor in love and suffer grief untold

Today I keep thinking of all the people who have left and never returned — my brothers, Khan Tegus, our guards, this entire city. What a strange, dark world that swallows people whole.

More like him than she'd ever imagined possible. His brown eyes were warm, his brown skin speckled with dirt from the road, his broad face comfortingly familiar. Inside the great void of despair that had filled her since her father's death, she felt a pinprick of hope. And then Rollan reached out and took her hand. His fingers were warm. Meilin had never been so aware of the beating of her heart.