Quotes About Grief

That night as I cried myself to sleep I knew that, somewhere in the sky, Karim was doing the same; and some of my tears were his tears, and some of his tears were mine.

Grief was the deal God struck with the angel of death, who wanted an unpassable river to separate the living from the dead; grief the bridge that would allow the dead to flit among the living, their footsteps overheard, their laughter around the corner, their posture recognizable in the bodies of strangers you would follow down the street, willing them to never turn around.

Grief never leaves, It merely sinks into you.

grief saw nothing but itself, grief saw every speck of pain in the world; grief spread its wings large like an eagle, grief huddled small like a porcupine; grief needed company, grief craved solitude; grief wanted to remember, wanted to forget; grief raged, grief whimpered; grief made time compress and contract; grief tasted like hunger, felt like numbness, sounded like silence

At Vipers, when the German gunners shot Afroze who chose to cry out his grief knowing the consequences rather than bear the death of a beloved in silence, a whisper burbled across the field: Ina lillahi wa inna illayhi rajiun. The men of the 40th, not all of them Muslim, whispered the words for the two dead men, and the prayer would have reached the gunners as wind on water or the sighs of ghosts.

Ghum-khaur: devorador-de-mágoas, aquele que absorve o desgosto do enlutado.

Aneeka must learn to think of him as lost forever. It was possible to do this with someone you loved, Isma had learned that early on. But you could learn it only if there was a complete vacuum where the other person had been.

Stupid,' she said. That was the only word for this sense of enormous loss where there had been so very little to lose.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un—We surely belong to Allah and to him we return.

Grief is a closet Full of emptiness As shoes Without your feet, Hats Without your head.

When my mum passed away, I was very young, and I became very introverted and very quiet. I became very anxious about what people thought about me.

I know the death of my grandmother acted as a catalyst to somehow turn something on because before 10 I didn't really have many intuitive experiences.

Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.

Dad never really got over Jack's death and was deeply inspired by his brother throughout his life to delve deeper into his own faith.

Nate Dogg is my favorite artist. I cried more when he passed than when Michael Jackson did.

Going back to 2012, it was a bad year for me. I lost my dad as well, so burying him a week before I went to jail, just having all of that emotion, it just hit me hard.

I am devastated by the loss of my beautiful wife Jane. She was my best friend.

It's not the same without Jerry. It never will be.

When we called each other and got the call that Jimmy had died, literally, it all ended right there. Everything we've ever known as human beings, everything we've ever known as a band, changes at that moment, and you can't think clearly.

Joan Didion's 'The Year of Magical Thinking' comes to mind as an example of a piece of media that I really respect and would hope to emulate: just her courage in looking at her husband's death and the attentiveness that she has in how she looks at it, and the unflinching gaze that she communicates from looking into death.

I feel like part of me will die when John Goodman dies.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

I cried when I heard Johnny Carson died.

When my mother died, I had to go on air that night and do jokes.