Quotes About Grief

no tenía derecho a escuchar esa muerte, porque esos hombres que mueren en el avión me son ajenos, y la mujer que viaja atrás no es, nunca será, uno de mis muertos.

Sus ojos azules, antaño vivaces, son un campo yermo, sembrado de sal.

Ya murió? ¿Y de qué? -No supe de qué. Tal vez de tristeza. Suspiraba mucho. -Eso es malo. Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

Yo sé cómo le brillaban antes los ojos como si fueran charcos alumbrados por la luna. Pero de pronto se destiñeron, se le borro la mirada como si la hubieran revolcado en la tierra.

I just couldn't go back to Suddenly Susan after David Strickland's suicide. I didn't see how we could make the show light and funny any more.

I'm not talking about killing Cobblepot and Scarecrow or Clayface. Not Riddler or Dent... I'm talking about him. Just him. And doing it because... because he took me away from you.

When you lose your parents, the sadness doesn't go away. It just changes. It hits you sideways sometimes instead of head-on. Like now.

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. This seems so clearly the case with grief, but it can be so only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. One may want to, or manage to for a while, but despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact.

She looked so disappointed, so grieved and desperate that Clem longed to comfort her, only he couldn't think of thing to say that she hadn't heard a hundred times from Dad and Dr. Snow and Mrs. Mack: how things would get better in time, though no one knew how much time, and that life might be a little better for her and Jess once school began again.

Oh, good Lord Jesus, I prayed, preserve me from this joking of God. Grief and trouble were all bad enough. But joking? It seemed altogether unfair, to me.

If I had the pen of Moliere, I could make him comic. That is the role of art, is it not? To make monsters comic, so we can bear them, and our own cheap griefs into grand tragedy, so that others will weep with us.

Story of My Life absorbs all of Casanova's pent-up creativity from the day in 1789 he begins writing it as an act of desperation, 'the only remedy to keep from going mad or dying with grief'. Unable to break out of his Bohemian prison in the same way he once famously broke out of Venice's Leads, he escapes in the only way possible: by time-travelling through his past.

It is the image in the mind that binds us to our lost treasures, but it is the loss that shapes the image. —Colette

Loss. Thats what it was, a hole I could never fill. It would be bottomless.

What surprised her the most about her quiet winter and spring was how often she thought of her mother. It was like discovering a new vein of grief. Maybe it was because mourning a marriage was like mourning a parent—you miss the person you wished you had, as well as the one you did.

My father's death was the most terrible thing that happened to me in my life.

How strange when an illusion dies. It's as though you've lost a child.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. Time is the only comforter.

Smutek saß einfach da, betäubt vom Lärm in seinem Inneren.

I realise now that my mother was grieving as well as living. She went on loving us and smiling and hugging with such warmth while the life was being squeezed right out of her bones.

Both had lost parents at an early age, and while Albert did not have a rift with his father as Victoria did with her mother, both ached for an idyllic domesticity they had dreamed of as children.

There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. It's lonely being the one left behind.

Once they are gone they will never come back Looking at pictures and remembering the good times wont help like people say nothing will bring them back