Quotes About Grief

I'm incredibly sad that my mother's not here to see my kids and that my kids don't get to know her. And she didn't meet my husband. That's one of the hardest things. I don't even know how to put that into words.

when she got the call, poor girl.

the Sioux did not rejoice. Too many of their own had been lost that day. When

The sense of loss was deeply familiar - a sudden hole, the universe altered, a recognition of the end of something meaningful and important. How often does one get the chance to be this close to a wild being?

I was grieving for Olivia, too.

Baby, don't build a monument for me of your sadness. You wouldn't have wasted your tears when I was alive. Why make an ocean of them now when it's over? The future you dreamed is a dream. Dream something else.

There are tears that shine like a smile, sobbing like a sunrise for the truth.

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.

Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.

What if all possible pain was only the grief of truth?

In truth, 2007 was the hardest year of my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my father.

The truth of the matter is, you lose a parent to murder when you're 10 years old, and in fact at the time of the murder you hate your lost parent, my mother in my case.

The truth is, what I learned this year is that life is hard...Good people die for no reason. Little kids get sick. The people that are supposed to love you end up leaving.

Well the truth is, everybody, when they die, leaves a void that cannot be filled.

Being a highly sensetive person is followed by a lot of infinity pain and grief.

In truth, I'm not really a cat person. Seamus, the wonder dog, still deeply mourned by all who knew him, was just about the only pet I've ever really loved.

What's even more messed up than funerals, is the way people treat you after the funeral. Like you're diseased or something.

And now she has no more later, and there seems little reason in having a later without her.

Nothing that had ever happened to him, not the shooting of Oyster, or the piteous muttering expiration of John Wesley Shannenhouse, or the death of his father, or internment of his mother and grandfather, not even the drowning of his beloved brother, had ever broken his heart quite as terribly as the realization, when he was halfway to the rimed zinc hatch of the German station, that he was hauling a corpse behind him

Such regrets would come only belatedly, a few days after, when he made the realization that death really did mean that you were never going to see the dead person ever again. What he regretted most of all just now was simply that he had not been there when it happened; that he had left to his mother, grandfather, and brother the awful business of watching his father die.

He told himself he would move faster and smarter alone, but the truth was that he was grieving for Aughenbaugh, and like a lot of grieving people who keep a habitual distance from their emotions, he thought that being alone was what he needed.

and like a lot of grieving people who keep a habitual distance from their emotions, he thought that being alone was what he needed.

If your wife, your brother, or God forbid, your child dies, it leaves a big hole in your life. It's much better not to pretend there's no hole. Not to try to, what do they say nowadays, get over it ... when it's time for the Kaddish. You stand up in front of everybody, and you point to the hole, and you say, 'Look at this. This is what I'm living with, this hole.' Eleven months, every week. It doesn't go away, you don't put it behind you.