Quotes About Grief

Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into people's faces, / Will you find your lost dead among them?

We learn from joy but also from grief; we learn from achievement, but just as much from failure; and what we learn from grief and failure is, after a while, to be grateful... All of us, young and old, learn more from obstacles than from the smooth path and from bracing ourselves against sudden harsh winds than from the undisturbed weather.

Maybe it never got easier for the families concerned. Perhaps they just got slowly more and more used to it until, one day, they were able to wake up and could simply ignore the pain and loss for whole hours at a time.

Hope was a bitch. It tormented you far more than pain or grief ever did.

By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave?

nobody was ever really ready to turn off their mother's machine, no matter what they thought; to turn off the light of their childhood and walk away, just as if they were turning out a light and leaving a room.

My heart still full of her, Traveled over her face, and found her there no more... I thought to myself that a women unknown Had adopted by chance that voice and those eyes And I let the chilly statue pass Looking at the skies. Alfredde Musset

I wonder now… were my tears for Alex and Al and all the others who had gone and who were yet to go? Or was I weeping for myself…and those who would remain?

As people began to congregate around the door, Tiana made her way to the closest window. She gasped at the sight on the other side of the glass. The fog had thinned, but only in the area surrounding their house, and flower petals rained from the sky. They collected on the ground like a colorful snowfall. Tiana closed her eyes, a gentle smile touching her lips. She was at peace, because her daddy was now at peace.

El más terrible de todos los sentimientos es el sentimiento de tener la esperanza muerta.

Yerma. «[…] ¿Qué queréis saber? No os acerquéis, porque he matado a mi hijo. ¡Yo misma he matado a mi hijo!".

Prima tuo padre, che odorava di garofano e non me lo sono goduta neanche tre anni. Poi tuo fratello. E ti pare giusto, è mai possibile che una cosa piccola come una pistola o un coltello possa finire un uomo che è un toro? Non smetterei mai di parlarne. Passano i mesi e la disperazione mi brucia gli occhi e su su fino alla punta dei capelli.

Yo no miré a nadie. Miré a tu padre y cuando lo mataron miré a la pared de enfrente.

La Soleá" All in this world has broken. All that's left is silence. (Leave me in this field weeping.)

The children watch a distant point. Lamps go out. Some blind girls question the moon and spirals of grief rise in the air. The mountains survey a distant point. - After Passing By

I will not see it!Tell the moon to comefor I do not want to see the bloodof Ignacio on the sand.

I am the immense shadow of my tears

Grief is love's alter ego, after all, yin to its yang, the necessary other; like night, grief has its own dark beauty. How may we know light without knowledge of dark? How may we know love without sorrow? "The disorientation following such loss can be terrible, I know" Wendell Berry wrote me on learning of Larry's death. "But grief gives the full measure of love, and it is somehow reassuring to learn, even by suffering, how large, and powerful love is.

The suffering at such times [of bereavement] can be great, I know. But it is somehow comforting to learn, even through suffering, how large and powerful love is.

The living take a part of the dead with them, carrying them around in their minds, like a song that lingers after the music has been turned off.

Surviving felt like its own punishment. What had I done to deserve this? How could I live if my parents weren't somewhere in this world?

Le parecía que, más que enterrar al Txato, lo estaban escondiendo.

Ella, su madre, su hermano, los tres se habían convertido en satélites de un hombre asesinado. Lo quisieran o no, sus respectivas vidas llevaban largos años rotando alrededor de aquel crimen, de aquel foco incesante de, ¿de qué?, joder, pues de pena, de dolor, y esto se tiene que acabar y yo no sé cómo.

La muerte no debería causar tanto dolor, no tendría por qué ser tan inútilmente cruel