Quotes About Grief

A sweet thing, for whatever time,to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.

You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.

Dear Diary, until now I didn't want to write about this in you because I tried to put it out of my mind, but ever since the Germans are here, all I think about is Marta. She was also just a girl, and still, the Germans killed her. But I don't want them to kill me!"

It was only when the light in her eyes was extinguished, at the mention of her father, that Rupert realized how brightly it had burned.

Many returned after the war to reap the gruesome rewards of what has been called a 'golden harvest', digging up the remains of the victims and sifting through the ash and bones to find any gold teeth or valuable materials that had been overlooked when their bodies and possessions had first been looted by the Nazis.

Two days later, Sandra achingly wrote to her son Jay from Washington:

When 'Ishaqzaade' released, I was going through hell. It didn't matter what I said or did, because I had lost my mother.

The world, post-Katrina, was a hard time for my city. The hardest time. For people who didn't live through it, no words can fully express the pain, the rage, the grief, and the futility we New Orleanians felt. For the people who did, words seemed like a feeble protest against a relentless night without end.

When my father died, my mother was still alive. And I think when your second parent dies, there is that shock: 'Oh man, I'm an orphan.' There's also this relief: It's done; it's finished; it's over.

My father hates organized religion, probably because he hates the God who killed his little girl back in 1968. I find religions variously bemusing.

They say the only thing that your parents don't teach you is how to live without them, but my grandma's religious beliefs allowed me to accept death even though it was so hard to live without her.

I was in New York City on 9/11. Grief remains from that awful day, but not only grief. There is fear, too, a fear informed by the knowledge that whatever my worst nightmare is, there is someone out there embittered enough to carry it out.

In minor crises, the preacher can extract himself emotionally and allow others to express grief and fear and doubt while he remains strong.

As someone who has lived the nightmare of losing a child, I know that the enormous hole left behind remains forever.

I have lost someone I loved as a brother, as a closest friend, and a remarkable human being. We have also lost one of the best damn actors we'll ever see.

I remember I was changing to one phone from another and going through my old contact details, and so I was having to delete duplicate numbers to make room, and up came the name of someone who died, and... it felt hard to delete the name.

But more importantly, I think he remembered how very close I was with my own dad, who had died in 1997.

When Dad died in 1998, it really hit my confidence - he'd helped me write and he thought I was really funny, but since he'd died I didn't feel right. And it felt like no one but me even remembered him.

Perhaps it's more merciful to forget the dead instead of remembering them.

We're a family with a pretty light sense of humor but, still, on the anniversary of my mom's passing we don't feel like getting 'colorful' and remembering her favorite foods. Every March 5th, the anniversary of her passing, we go to church and are sad for pretty much the rest of the day.

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness.

I lost my father and went into a process of grief with it that was all about how to replace that grief, how to fill it, and I think there was something very desperate in the way that I was replacing it.

Perhaps you could sympathize with those who seek to replace a dead child with a copy, or to copy a parent or a relative or even a celebrity.

I had a big Akita, Yoshi, who was fabulous. I loved him. We lost him when he was 12, and I've never been able to replace him. Normally, most people lose a pet and get another and keep going on. But it just felt wrong to me; it felt disloyal.