Quotes About Grief

Life, oblivious to his grief, continued

It was quiet; so quiet. Didn't these people know how to grieve for a good man? Didn't they know how to weep, and scream with rage, and curse the powers of darkness in their sorrow? Didn't they know how to hold one another, and dry one another's tears, and tell tales of the things he had done, and of what he had been, to see him safe on his way? Where were the great fires, and the toasts in strong ale, and the scent of burning juniper?

To lose you is to spill my heart's blood. I do not know if I can bear the pain.

The dark things that never go away, the sunny, precious things that go all too soon.

had seen enough such deaths before to know that when the cloud of sorrow hangs too heavily over a person, nothing helps; no love, no hope, no

The person they'd locked up last summer was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

and the sad demise of my father before I saw the light of day. Ulf was

He'd lost his temper with Erisa once too often, and look what had happened. The stupid woman had tried to run from him, and when she fell she'd killed his son as well as herself.

She was gone. We all knew it. But nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Still my father held her tight in his arms, as if he might preserve that last moment of life, as long as he stayed completely still. His lips were against her hair, and his eyes were closed.

Here it seemed that even shocking deaths were like a stone being dropped into a pond where the splash and the ripple closed over into stillness in no time.

A night passed while Cixi dealt with one matter after another, conscious all the time that she just murdered her adopted son. She was forced to stop working at about eleven o'clock in the morning as death was imminent. She died less than three hours later.

But I know, I know my death will not kill me. Rather it is the death of others that will kill me.

If she were still alive, she would be forty-five this year.

Arrows you may dodge and fever you may antibody for, but mortal grief is a misfortune you cannot escape.

we sometimes fail to recognize the signs of poverty, loneliness, grief, fear, and desolation in our own city, our own village, or our own family.

Beni öldürmen korkunç bir hata olur. Ailemdek? kad?nlar kötü bir ÅŸekilde öldürüldükleri takdirde, hayalet olarak geri dönme eÄŸilimindedir. Thomas'?n bak??lar? Fia'n?n gözlerine kilitlendi. Hayalet mi? Evet, süzülen beyaz elbisemi giyinir, boÄŸaz?mdan ac? sesler ç?kar?r?m. Böyle bir ÅŸeyi görmekten pek hoÅŸlanmazs?n.

Billie Jo threw the pail, they said. An accident, they said.

It's best to let the dead rest

Ma had been a tumbleweed too, holding on for as long as she could, then blowing away on the wind. My father was more like the sod. Steady, silent, and deep. Holding on to life, with reserves underneath to sustain him, and me, And anyone else who came near. My father stayed rooted, even with my tests and my temper, even with the double sorrow of his grief and my own, he had kept a home until I broke it.

IN EVERYONE'S LIFE there are people who stay and people who go and people who are taken away against their will.

Grief had destroyed Rosalie's parents. It seemed that God had reached down and scooped out the middle of the family as casually as if he were eating a watermelon.

I can't—" Lena repeated. "I can't do it. I can't live without him." Sara gently pulled her hand away from Jared's. She smoothed down the sheet, tucked it in close around his side. She looked at Lena—really looked at her straight in the eye. "Good," Sara told her. "Now you know how it feels.

Your relationship with a person doesn't end when they die. It only gets stronger." He winked at her. "Mostly because they're not there to tell you that you're wrong.

Jeffrey never understood how people could think a dead person was just sleeping. Death changed the air, charged it with something thick and unsettling.