Quotes About Grief

When the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.

Only when our greatest love is God, a love that we cannot lose even in death, can we face all things with peace. Grief was not to be eliminated but seasoned and buoyed up with love and hope.

when someone you love dies, he becomes your enemy; he fights you tooth and nail from a hidden position; he successfully raids what small provisions you have gathered to keep yourself going.

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.

Every love story is a potential grief story.

It's easier to identify with loss than love, because we have had so much more experience of it.

Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.

If there were no Love, there'd be no grief

When we grieve over someone who has died in Christ, we are sorrowing not for them, but for ourselves. Our grief isn't a sign of weak faith, but of great love.

Meet my dead dad, he replied.

Her texts indicated she had been spending a lot more time in the maintenance shed building since Stevie had been gone, and that she was getting much more serious with Vi Harper-Tomo.

more never came home from the other trenches,' said

Never fear. When this rose blooms, you will be with me again.

I remember going into the office and asking Alma George, our secretary, if she would like a drink. She suddenly burst into tears and I asked her what the matter was. All she said was, The plane has crashed. The horror of those words will haunt me forever. - Jimmy Murphy

She could taste loss in the back of her throat so badly that she could vomit.

We lost a hell of a lot more than just people when we abandoned them to the dead.

Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted. MATTHEW 5:4

Jesus wept" (John 11:35).

Davidson, I Called Him Roosk, He Called Me Dad: A Collection of Thoughts About a Father's Faith, Love, and Grief After Losing His Son (privately printed), 36–37. CHAPTER 11: BLIND INTERSECTIONS

Are you angry with God? Tell him. Disgusted with God? Let him know. Weary of telling people you feel fine when you don't? Tell the truth. My friends Thomas and Andrea Davidson did. A stray bullet snatched their fourteen-year-old son, Tyler, out of their lives. Tom writes:

There are some griefs so loud They could bring down the sky, And there are griefs so still None knows how deep they lie, Endured, never expended. There are old griefs so proud They never speak a word; They never can be mended. And these nourish the will And keep it iron-hard.

Death comes by installments but sometimes the first installments can be very steep, perhaps much more painful to those around them than to the person

I have said elsewhere that we have to make myths of our lives, the point being that if we do, then every grief or inexplicable seizure by weather, woe, or work can—if we discipline ourselves and think hard enough—be turned to account, be made to yield further insight into what it is to be alive, to be a human being, what the hazards are of a fairly usual, everyday kind.