Quotes About Grief

Standing there with him now felt like I was experiencing another death. Somehow, I had to find a way to say good-bye to him and to all of this—to bury our history deep in the ground. I reminded myself that it was impossible to go back. We weren't the same people we once were,

contemplated suicide. Part of the reason was because I didn't want to go on living without my sweet baby boy. I missed him terribly and my guilt was beyond excruciating. It was the worst kind of torture imaginable. I just wanted to end my suffering.

I know it's a cliché," he said, "but life is short and death comes to us all. So what's the point of living, if we're not going to experience real joy? At least some of the time," he added. "I'm not saying we shouldn't grieve or ever be unhappy—that's part of living, too. But we can't forget the other side of it when times are bleak." "What other side?" I asked. "The beautiful side.

I hated her for leaving us. I hated her. I hated her most for leaving me with Dad.

but I don't know if peace is ever possible when you've lost a child." His words caused a swell of sadness in me because I knew he was right. I'd never stop missing my beautiful son. Not in this lifetime.

How long, I wondered, did we need to cling to the things that belonged to our lost loved ones? Were "things" what really mattered? It was just stuff.

How long, I wondered, did we need to cling to the things that belonged to our lost loved ones? Were "things" what really mattered? It was just stuff. The value, I supposed, was that it helped me to remember details. But there was nothing concrete about a memory. Memories—and love—exist in our hearts and minds and souls. That love travels with us wherever we go.

My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.

Most of all I'm mad at Swanee for dying and taking from me the most precious thing I ever owned. I didn't own her, but she was mine. Mine, Liana. Do you hear me?

He's dead, Jim,

He carried more grief than she could imagine, yet lived life with such joy it spread to everyone around him. Despite that grief. Despite the scars he bore. Or ... could it be because of them?

People say time heals wounds, but they are wrong. It doesn't heal at all. You just learn to live with it. When she died, we lost a part of our hearts.

Mírame morir y olvida.

morir en el verano es morir dos veces, pues muchos de los que te quieren no están para despedirte.

Debía de ser muy triste, por más que fuera su decisión, abandonar su casa y hacerlo sola, puesto que la persona con la que la compartiste ya no está. Las hijas y, sobre todo, los nietos, la ayudarían a sobrellevarlo, pero la carga sentimental la iba a soportar ella.

Just because she's dead it doesn't mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It's just her body that left. The love didn't. —Jenna Richards

There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing.

He took the box but did not avail himself of a tissue. She understood. Sometimes it was comforting to feel the wetness of grief's tears on your face.

Having our hearts exposed is an extremely vulnerable position to be in. It can make us feel persecuted and alone. Why did this happen to me? we ask. It happened partly because we were fortunate enough to have loved someone. Without love there would be no grief.

The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well as one could know, that grieving over fallen cherry blossoms was more than a fad or convention.

A person doesn't mourn forever.

Crying all the time had made her more beautiful. Grief will do that sometimes. Not for me. Loretta had left months ago and I still looked like hell.

They would be able to tell. Even the most bruto would see the death in your eyes.

Just ten minutes, but everything was different now. He was different, the world was different. His father was nowhere in it. And with that, tears came to his eyes.