Quotes About Grief

Naming suffering, exalting it, dissecting it into its smallest components – that is doubtless a way to curb mourning.

El padre es el techo, la madre el suelo, y cuando ambos desaparecen uno siente que también ha iniciado la cuenta atrás y que ya no tiene sujeción alguna, quedando suspendido en el aire.

El padre es el techo, la madre el suelo, y cuando ambos desaparecen uno siente que también ha iniciado la cuenta atrás y que ya no tiene sujeción alguna, quedando suspendido en el aire. Se

Books, buckles, papers, and scarves. After Gleb's accident, she thought she would die. She thought she had. This date took him and pulled her down after, grief determined gravity. But now she would live. She had to. It was what she did: live while others could not. There was no pleasure in it.

I have to tell you it was the first time even after all these years of expecting my own death that i truly knew what it meant to die because with you gone there was nothing left for me to live for.

He didn't often talk about his father, not even with his family. He'd told himself that it was because it was so much under the bridge; Edmund had been dead for over ten years. But the truth was that some things simply hurt too much. And there were some wounds that didn't heal, not even in ten years.

And as for me, well, just say that I'm feeling a bit ill. My falling out with Alex will probably be the latest on-dit by then, and everyone will expect me to be thoroughly heartbroken.

He was dead, of course, but I needed a little more time. I just sat beside him and watched his face." Another short burst of angry laughter escaped his lips. "God, what a fool I was. I think I half expected him to open his eyes at any moment.

There's a kind of grief that just eats one up. It weighs one down.

And Anthony, who'd only just learned what it was to love, learned what it was to die inside.

It's hard to believe that someone is gone when he looks so normal and at peace.

He halted his words, sinking into a chair, trying very hard to get past the fact that he was perilously close to tears. Right here, in John's study, with this damnable little man who didn't seem to understand that a man had died, not just an earl, but a man, Michael wanted to cry. And he would, he suspected. As soon as Lord Winston left, and Michael could lock the door and make sure that no one could see him, he would probably bury his face in his hands and cry.

It's . . . very difficult . . . when someone dies, and you can only watch, and you can't do anything to stop

It is terrible when an infant dies, but worse, most people think, when a three-year-old child dies, and worse still when an adolescent does.

Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.

I'm not insecure about my body weight, or my money. I can take care of it. But I can't imagine or think losing my mother. I can't get her back. I would want to go before her.

I lost my father when I was 13 years old. He was a great man, my father, and very intelligent. I love him very much. I believe it's very important that parents have a personal connection with their children. It helps kids feel more secure, have a feeling of family, makes them feel loved.

I lost my father when I was 19, so the majority of my life has been under this cloud, and I have been full of the intention to find out what happened.

My grandfather was terminally ill, and any interaction with him felt so incomplete. It seemed impossible to say or do anything that was enough. And, of course, that was true. Nothing could have been enough.

Nothing I read about grief seemed to exactly express the craziness of it; which was the interesting aspect of it to me - how really tenuous our sanity is.

I would hate for people to think that 'Strong Island' is just about a family's grief. It is about a family's grief, yes, but it is also an interrogation of our criminal justice system.

To never see her again, to never hear her sweet voice, smell her warm scent…it was simply unbearable. The loss felt like death and in a way it was—the death of everything that meant anything to him. Gods, how was he going to go on?

The obvious pain in her eyes moved him. For a moment he wanted to gather her into his arms and soothe her but he was sure she wouldn't welcome such a gesture.

It was very hard for all of us. It's still very hard. The anniversary of his death just passed, and every single one of his friends, still, after all these years... it's unbelievable.