Quotes About Grief

Desperately, his mind raced as he cried, trying to make time go backward, to do it again differently, to ignore the voices, to keep hold of her hand, to save her.

Don't shed tears over those already in the ground, until after you have brought vengeance to those who put them there. There will be time enough, then.

As I watched, I was wondering how many of them were suffering from something, trying to recover from something. How many of them had lost a loved one or were suffering from a broken heart? How many of them were worried about a loved one? A child. A parent. A friend.

She heard him mutter, 'Can you take away this grief?' 'I'm sorry,' she replied. 'Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears take away grief; that is what they are for.

Lessee...he'd gone off after the funeral and gotten drunk. No, not drunk, another word, ended with er. Drunker. that was it.

Light died in the west. Night and tears took the Nation. The star of Water drifted among the clouds like a murderer softly leaving the scene of the crime.

People lived, and died, and were remembered. It happened in the same way that winter follows summer. It was not a wrong thing. There were tears, of course, but they were for those who were left; those who had gone on did not need them

Well, the lion is a big ol' coward, mostly. If you want trouble, you want to tangle with the lioness. They're killers, and they hunt together. It's the same everywhere. If you want big grief, look to the ladies.

Tiffany found her mind filling up with an invisible gray mist, and in that thought there was nothing but grief. She could feel herself trying to push back time, but even the best witchcraft could not do that.

Grief dares us to love once more.

The sin we commit against each other as women is lack of support. We hurt. We hurt each other. We hide. We project. We become mute or duplicitous, and we fester like boiling water until one day we erupt like a geyser. Do we forget we unravel in grief?

I wonder how, among the Fremont, mothers and daughters shared their world. Did they walk side by side along the lake edge? What stories did they tell while weaving strips of bulrush into baskets? How did daughters bury their mothers and exercise their grief? What were the secret rituals of women? I feel certain they must have been tied to birds.

How do we not fall into a perpetual state of despair? My father said to me the other day, We have to stare it down. IT being grief. IT being everything he can't control like age, the waning strength of his legs, or the loss of another son.

Only by the shuddering of the bed did Toby realize the girl was sobbing. Molly herself made no sound; it was as though her grief was trapped in a jar, her cries inaudible to anyone but her.

He had a son, but he died some years ago, on a foreign trip. His ex-wife's dead, too, and I've never seen any woman there." Nora shook her head. "It's an awful thing to think about. Dead for four days and no one even notices. That's how unconnected he seemed to be.

know. There's nothing else I can think of." "You were his fiancé. If anyone

I did not attend her anniversary gathering. I knew it would not bring her back. I didn't want to remember anymore. It was too painful. The

I do not care. My baby, my baby, oh, Janna. Ako na lang sana." People gasped at her last words and made the sign of the cross. It was very bad luck, what she said, to wish that it had been she who had died instead.

Der Gast Das Kind ist krank zum Sterben, Die Lampe giebt trägen Schein, Die Mutter spricht: mir ist es Als wären wir nicht allein. Der Vater sucht zu lächeln, Doch im Herzen pocht's ihm bang, Stiller wird's und stiller, - Die Nacht ist gar zu lang. Nun scheint der Tag ins Fenster, Die Vögel singen so klar; Die Beiden wußten lange, Wer der Gast gewesen war.

She had tried not to feel anything about it, because when she allowed herself to, she felt not grief or loss, but only an overwhelming sense of relief.

She could not help feeling a great sadness that he was gone. He was the only person in the world who had known her as a puma. With his death, she had lost a part of herself. And yet, she could not entirely let go of her anger toward him. It was a complicated feeling, and she did not like complicated feelings. Beatrice

What good would it do for the Kates of the world to cry? They have learned that tears do not bring relief or change of circumstance. There is no one to wipe their tears, no one to assuage their grief.

When you lose a loved one, you suffer. But if you know how to look deeply, you have a chance to realize that his or her nature is truly the nature of no birth, no death. There is manifestation and there is the cessation of manifestation in order to have another manifestation. You have to be very keen and very alert in order to recognize the new manifestations of just one person.

If you have lost someone and if you have cried so very much, please look deeply and recognize that the true nature of your beloved is the nature of no birth and no death, no coming and no going.