Quotes About Grief

The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in indulging the excess of grief.

Do you think, Victor, said he, that I do not suffer also? No one could love a child more than I loved your brother--tears came into his eyes as he spoke--but is it not a duty to the survivors that we should refrain from augmenting their unhappiness by an appearance of immoderate grief? It is also a duty owed to yourself, for excessive sorrow prevents improvement or enjoyment, or even the discharge of daily usefulness, without which no man is fit for society.

This is thy funeral, this thy dirge!

but is it not a duty to the survivors, that we should refrain from augmenting their unhappiness by an appearance of immoderate grief? It is also a duty owed to yourself; for excessive sorrow prevents improvement or enjoyment, or even the discharge of daily usefulness, without which no man is fit for society.

shall quit your vessel on the ice-raft which brought me hither, and shall seek the most northern extremity of the globe; I shall collect my funeral pile, and consume to ashes this miserable frame, that its remains may afford no light to any curious and unhallowed wretch, who would create such another as I have been. I shall die.

One by one, her brothers and sister died; and her mother, with the exception of her neglected daughter, was left childless. The conscience of the woman was troubled; she began to think that the deaths of her favourites was a judgement from heaven to chastise her partiality. She was a Roman

Ah! It is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace. The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in indulging the excess of grief.

Cuando alguien a quien amamos muere, deseamos volver a encontrarlo en otro estado y albergamos a medias la esperanza de que la imaginación consiga recrearlo con el mismo aspecto de su vestimenta mortal.

In an evil hour I subscribed to a lie, and now only am I truly miserable

that dear child; he now sleeps with his angel mother. His friends mourn and weep, but he is at rest: he does not now feel the murderer's grasp; a sod covers his gentle form, and he knows no pain. He can no longer be a fit subject for pity; the survivors are the greatest sufferers, and for them time is the only consolation.

After the murder of Clerval, I returned to Switzerland, heart-broken and overcome. I pitied Frankenstein; my pity amounted to horror: I abhorred myself.

when she died!—nay, then I was not miserable. I had cast off all feeling, subdued all anguish to riot

These are the reflections of the first days; but when the lapse of time proves the reality of the evil, then the actual bitterness of grief commences.

cal que els que sobreviuen [a un mort] refrenin l'augment de l'afliccio que una immoderada demostració de pena podria dur (...)

It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she whom we saw every day and whose very existence appeared a part of our own can have departed forever—that the brightness of a be- loved eye can have been extinguished and the sound of a voice so familiar and dear to the ear can be hushed, never more to be heard.

Llega por fin el dái en que la pena es más un alivio que una necesidad y que la sonrisa, aunque juzgada casi un sacrilegio, puede afluir los labios. Mi madre había muerto [...]

But is it not a duty to the survivors, that we should refrain from augmenting their unhappiness by an appearance of immoderate grief?

After desolation, grief brings back our humanity

How silent lies the world Within fair twilight furled, Bringing such sweet relief! A quiet room resembling, Where, without fear or trembling, You sleep away day's grief.

When the darkness came for Dottie, it was quick and it was total.

People always talk about this like it's some lurid slasher movie," Allison went on. "I lost my sister. Some bastard took my sister from me. I feel like Carson used her memory, gave us that reading room, to try to worm his way in. He can go to hell. But I didn't mean to catch you in the crossfire.

Lo que uno siente hacia los muertos, pensó, se basa siempre en la imposibilidad de toda acción.

THOSE WHO ARE CLOSE TO US, when they die, divide our world.

When two of my cousins were killed by the Islamic regime, some of my relatives who were now on the side of the government called my uncle to congratulate him on the death of his son and daughter-in-law.