Quotes About Grief

So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.

I want to love and be loved.... I don't want a world without love or grief or beauty. I'd rather die.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

Love is transient even on a very personal level. We lose everyone that we love. Sometimes we drift apart and sometimes we die.

Or-but this more rarely happened-she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it.

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.

If you lost the love of your life, that's a nightmare.

Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

Electra weeping for the dead Orestes. If we love God while thinking that he does not exist, he will manifest his existence.

My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.

You can't make anyone love you and you can't stop anyone from dying.

Roy, you left the girls and I surrounded by love. Our families and friends have been amazing. We love you and we miss you so much.

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, remembrance and love have no end, and the Lord of life holds all who die and all who mourn.

I'm a big fan of the Harry Potter books, but I'd love to do one where one of the kids dies, or one of the main characters dies. I love for those things to have a little bit more tragedy.

We all know that the people we love are mortal, we all know we're mortal, we know it's going to end; you cannot prepare yourself for it.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

To bewail the loss of a person we love is a happiness compared with the necessity of living with one we hate.

You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.