Quotes About Grief

Every life experiences loss

We can never go back. I know that now. We can go forward. We can find the love our hearts long for, but not until we let go grief about the love we lost long ago

My grief was a heavy, despairing sadness caused by parting from a companion of many years but, more important, it was a despair rooted in the fear that love did not exist, could not be found. And even if it were lurking somewhere, I might never know it in my lifetime. It had become hard for me to continue to believe in love's promise when everywhere I turned the enchantment of power or the terror of fear overshadowed the will to love.

At the time, recently separated from a partner of almost fifteen years, I was often overwhelmed by grief so profound it seemed as though an immense sea of pain was washing my heart and soul away.

My grief was a heavy, despairing sadness caused by parting from a companion of many years but, more important, it was a despair rooted in the fear that love did not exist, could not be found.

We can never go back. We can go forward. We can find the love our hearts long for, but not until we let go grief about the love we lost long ago.

Krishna: "The wise grieve not for those who live; and they grieve not for those who die—for life and death shall pass away.

Despair is not solid. Neither is joy. They alternate, and contain each other. There is no joy that is not also touched by sorrow, no grief that is not rendered sharper by the memory of bliss. If things move forward in one direction and not another, they do so by rolling there, passing through the same tight orbit, touching here an ecstasy, there another shattering loss.

Fear is the mother of all emotion. Before love, hate, spite, grief, rage, and all the rest, there was fear, and fear gave birth to them all, and as every combat soldier knows there are as many incarnations and species of fear as the Eskimo language has words for snow. Spend any amount of time in the realms of deadly force and you will witness certain of its fraught and terrible forms.

Fear is the mother of all emotion. Before love, hate, spite, grief, rage, and all the rest, there was fear, and fear gave birth to them all

Fear is the mother of all emotion. Before love, hate, spite, grief, rage, and all the rest, there was fear, and fear gave birth to them all, and as every combat soldier knows there are as many incarnations and species of fear as the Eskimo language has words for snow.

A monk was told that his father had died. He said to the messenger, Do not blaspheme. My Father cannot die.

Bem, graças a Deus eu não sei o que é perder uma batalha, mas certamente nada pode ser mais doloroso do que ganhar uma com a perda de tantos amigos.

Mourning died slowly. It never fully dies for something truly loved.

It is as if people refused to leave their dead alone, forced them back into the light, made them keep their composure even in death.

And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

The greatest antidote in the world for grief is work, and the necessity of work.

Tell us you're afraid, Mrs. Selky. Break down and cry. Let us feel that warm wet wash of pity, that prurient grief, that thrills because it's happened to you and not us. Give it to us, Mrs. Selky.

Godly grief produces a repentance not to be regretted and leading to salvation, but worldly grief produces death. 2 Corinthians 7:10

In fact, the absence of appropriate grief after loss may be an indicator of another kind of serious stronghold.

The downside of human closeness is that, to the degree you have loved their presence, you grieve their loss. Amanda

He is, after all, the author, eternal possessor, initiator, and giver of love. He cannot be destroyed or made less by unrequited love, but to disassociate Him from the pain and grief associated with love is to carve a convenient idol out of wood or stone bearing no resemblance to the God of the Bible. Within those pages, we find a God who cannot be changed by man but can be affected by man. His immutability does not deplete or delete His affections.

If a brokenhearted mother could sing, I could not remain silent.

The first jolt I received in my life was when I lost my father in a motorcycle accident when I was eight. I would have been with him if he hadn't turned down my request to go out with him that afternoon.