Quotes About Grief

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

Grief is love not wanting to let go.

I think grieving is the same for everybody that lost someone you love deeply. It's the same. You know, you're really no different than anybody else who's lost somebody they adored.

I love being the age I am, because if there's enough pain or grief, I have enough experience now to realize that there's joy coming around the corner.

I used to think getting old was about vanity but actually it's about losing people you love.

Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.

I leave my parents here behind And all my friends to love resigned 'Tis grief to go, but death to stay Farewell -- I'm gone with love away.

When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming.

The World Will Break Your Heart. Grief might be, in some ways, the long aftermath of love, the internal work of knowing, holding, more fully valuing what we have lost.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

If love would die along with death, this life wouldn't be so hard.

Love when it comes, its easy. But when it leaves, its like dying.

Jemu watched his father disappear. He didn't throw the coconut and he didn't cry. Never again would he know love for another human being that wasn't adulterated by another, contradictory emotion.

The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.

our love for the dead, like a floating iceberg, can only be measured by the depths of our resentments.

There might be things more terrible even than losing someone you love by death.

I don't know what to say, except I love Ryan Dunn and I'm really going to miss him.

I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

For those of us who have lost loved ones in their prime - as I did when my father and other relatives succumbed - even one of those years would have been a precious gift.

It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.

The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.

People who lose their parents when young are permanently in love with them.

The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.