Quotes About Grief

A stranger, mute, through mists that curled, in beauty clad not of this world, came to her, leaned above her pillow; and in his glance was such a billow, of love and grief, that you'd infer all his compassion was for her.

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

A scarf from her dress works free and floats behind her the way memories float behind the dead.

Let the planet be convulsed with exploding bombs, the country ravished daily by new hordes, all his neighbors taken out and shot - he could accept it all more easily than he dared to admit. But the grief implicit in Tereza's dream was something he could not endure.

I catch myself thinking about him in the past tense all the time.

But in the end, fighting for a love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

I admit that death is not just about you, it's also about the people who love you.

Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.

The only way to remove pain from death is to remove love from life.

She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.

I wish somebody had told me love does not die, that we can continue to receive and give love after death.

But anyone who has been that young knows that the great grief of love is that your body feels the most when it knows the least.

Love is loss combined with pain.

Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you've done.

I think, don't you, that a girl with any delicacy of feeling couldn't bring herself to marry a man indirectly responsible for her father's death. No matter how much she was in love with him.

It's not hard to read about death abstractly. I do find it tough when a character I love dies, of course. You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.

Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain;In some wise may come ending to my pain;It may be yet the Gods will have me glad!Yet, Love, I would that thee and pain I had!

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

I love when people are resilient and when they form ways of dealing with grief or dealing with some traumatic episode, and sometimes those are the wrong choices.

I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.

Grief makes you feel alone, but you're not. I know you don't believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you're surrounded by people who love you, can't you?

Because in the end nothing is worse than seeing the fall of one you loved. It was somehow worse than losing a love. It made everything seem questionable. It made the past bitter and confused.