Quotes About Grief

From inside the thick of her grief, Lydia read. She read without lifting her eyes...only pausing when the ache in her shoulder or the pins and needles in her foot forced her to lift her eyes from the page, shift the pillows and turn the other way. Then her gaze would fall on the wallpaper with its pattern of roses and she would blink and wonder where in the world she was. Then, as she started to remember, thank God, there was the book, and she would slip under again, a sigh in her throat.

His eyes stayed open imperiously. No one could close his eyelids. The room smoked of grief.

Er verließ seinen Vater, Witwer seit wenigen Stunden, um, wie er sagte, "Statuen kaufen" zu gehen, und dabei schien er zu scherzen. Er war den figürlichen Nachbildungen des Schmerzes und der Ruhe schon seit früher Kindheit geneigt gewesen, seit seiner Kindheit war er ein Sammler, die Museen waren in ihm; seine Statuen waren seine Spielzeuge, ein Vorrecht derjenigen, die von Geburt an verloren sind und an ihrem Ende debütieren.

Twas a still, calm night and the moon's pale light Shone over hill and dale When friends mute with grief stood around the deathbed Of their loved, lost Lily Lyle. Heart as pure as forest lily Never knowing guile, Had its home within the bosom Of sweet Lily Lyle.

How can you stop mourning the missing?

So, having dried my tear-swollen eyelids, I take up my pen to inquire of you, are you alive or did you die? If you are dead, please let me know, and I will tell the cook, for ever since she heard about it she has been saying her prayers.

And remember, it's also very funny, because side by side with grief lies joy.

Aquellos a quienes debía amar, han muerto; han muerto los que hubieran podido amarme. Y no tengo tiempo ni fuerzas para intentar el viaje hacia aquellos que sobreviven, para redescubrirlos. No hay nada en mí, ni siquiera mi voz, mis ademanes ni mi risa, que no pertenezca al monstruo que he lanzado contra el mundo y a quien he dado mi nombre.

Song after Battle: As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled. Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves howl at me. That is what I hear In my life. -American Indian Songs

Ye who have laid your love to rest, And wept above their lifeless clay, Know not the anguish of that breast, Whose lov'd are rudely torn away. Ye may not know how desolate, Are bosoms rudely forced to part, And how a dull and heavy weight, Will press the life-drops from the heart.

I did not see your mother at the funeral,' she said, following the thought. 'She stopped coming to them after her own,' Paul answered simply.

It was not the first time Faith had been alone with the dead of course. She had watched five younger brothers wane, felt the trusting pressure of their small hands in hers. And later, each time, she had done her part in keeping watch over the body for the wake. There always needed to be somebody watching over the newly dead, just in case they turned out not to be dead after all. It was best to know these things before anyone was actually buried.

How does it feel," whispered Faith, "to come back to your memories and find yourself missing and a dead person in your place? I would feel as if I were disappearing. I would wonder if my father wanted to remember me at all. Do you ever have nightmares where you wake up and find that there is nothing of you left, just a dead person sitting up and wearing somebody else's face?" She saw Paul flinch. She had touched a nerve, and that knowledge made her fiercely happy.

Some grief is so big, it has to be held in

Es posible amar y ser amado por un muerto? [pp. 258]

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

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.

Often it takes that "knife in our heart" to drive us to Him. Our faith, our very lives, depend on God, and when we enter the valley of grief, we need His help or we will never climb another mountain.

If there is something we need more than anything else during grief, it is a friend who stands with us, who doesn't leave us. Jesus is that friend.

Happiness is a choice, but grief is a certainty.

Grief can kill a person emotionally and physically. If not counteracted with God's strength and power, our personal weakness may debilitate us.

There are thousands of lonely people who carry heavy and difficult burdens of grief, anxiety, pain, and disappointment; but the loneliest of all is one whose life is steeped in sin.

For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs. 1 TIMOTHY 6:10 NIV

Grief comes with many losses. Whatever its cause, grief will come to all of us.