Quotes About Grief

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, And one arm bent across your sullen cold Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you, Deep-shadow'd from the candle's guttering gold; And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder; Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head.... You are too young to fall asleep for ever; And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.

What we miss - what we lose and what we mourn - isn't it this that makes us who, deep down, we truly are. To say nothing of what we wanted in life but never got to have.

You can't hurry love, as the song goes. You can't hurry grief either.

Nothing has changed. It's still very simple. I miss him. I miss him every day. I miss him very much. But how would it be if that feeling was gone? I would not want that to happen. I told the shrink: it would not make me happy at all not to miss him anymore.

Her heart felt as if it were breaking in her breast, bleeding and bleeding, young and fierce. From grief over the warm and ardent love which she had lost and still secretly mourned; from anguished joy over the pale, luminous love which drew her to the farthest boundaries of life on this earth. Through the great darkness that would come, she saw the gleam of another, gentler sun, and she sensed the fragrance of the herbs in the garden at world's end.

Now I had seen the grief of the two strongest people I knew. And somehow, Daddy's and Edie's crying made them seem even stronger to me. It was better to cry than to suck it up and go around conjuring hate in your heart

We can grieve over lost powers and memories, or rejoice over gained knowledge and maturity, according to taste.

Breaking down in tears won't help her and we don't have time to cycle through the stages of grief. Or, if it will make you feel better, I can do so quickly: This can't be — it's not fair! Why don't you take me instead, God? I'm so sad. But I have to get on with my life.

Every day there's something which makes me think 'I'd better ask Dad about that, I wonder what Mother would say…' and then I remember, and the day seems a little colder.

Every love story is a requiem.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Your grief is something to be admired – the pain of severance. A scar where something used to be.

Death ends a life but not a relationship. I

I would give everything, even memory—especially memory—if I could hold Leo again. The weight of his absence is the weight of the entire world. I

He may be out of my life physically, but he'll always be a part of me. I can't let him go even if I tried. Alex took a piece of my heart, but that doesn't mean my life has to be on hold. I can't keep running after ghosts.

And if we Negroes at the back of beyond honor our dead for nine days, it's so that the soul of the deceased should not be hurried in any way, so that it can detach itself gradually from its piece of earth, its chair, its favorite tree, and the faces of its friends, before going to contemplate the hidden side of the sun.

At this very moment I have left my grief at the bottom of the river. It is going downstream, and will enshroud another heart than mine. Talk to me about life, Grandmother. Talk to me about that.

Het is ongelooflijk dat het verlies van iemand die je liefhebt je lichaam zo kan onttakelen. Alles doet zeer. Mijn botten, Mijn spieren, huid, heel mijn lijf reageert op mijn verdriet. Maar er komt een moment dat je te moe bent om nog te huilen, en je jezelf terug vind terwijl je alleen nog maar voor je uit kunt staren.

When hearts break they do not break even.

He first deceased; she for a little triedTo live without him, liked it not, and died.