Quotes About Grief

Part of living is acknowledging people's pain and grief, but not letting it take over your heart. Though it's always nighttime in the depths, the waves still reflect the day.

He's tired of watching his friends die," Cross said quietly. "We're all tired of watching friends die. It doesn't make him special." "Well," Cristena said, "it doesn't make it easy, either.

When you hold hands with the dead, eventually they pull you into the grave.

You know the Etruscan saying: 'Once grieving starts it never ends, so there's no point in grieving an hour earlier than you must.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.

Late in life, after his mother had died, his father cried at baptisms and funerals and sappy movies on TV, age stripping away a final protective layer. Now Henry could feel the same softening taking place inside him, a helpless grief for the past and boundless pity for the world, and that was right too. No fool like an old fool.

There's nothing to do. You've been in the business long enough to understand grief. That's the awful thing: there is nothing to do but go on. You don't want to, you don't want to leave the loved one behind, but you do. Death's taught you that much at least.

When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It's as if she can't sob when she's not in a lying position - either that or she has to start sobbing the moment she lies down.

But so uncaring is life against the man who has killed a child that everything after is too late.

You're no mystery, But just plain MISERY.

Madness there, little other than I had expected, and grief and love, but mainly madness.

The man was canny, but then he had not lost a son.

What right had he to come and talk to them so casually in their grief and despair?

You have filled me with death, with your breath of death.

You have lost your honey tongue, it seems. Have you no greeting for me after so many years? I grieved for you and searched for you, always hoping you still lived. How crue is fate to give me this reassurance but to put a wasp of a changeling in your place.

Khaster is dead," Taropat said. "He was killed by the man you would have me serve. You are all under his spell. I pity you.

As the warm and living palpitation diminished into the cold and silent roches, the dwindling group of unroched saw their hopes become fears. All had succumbed eventually. All. Until Casmeer had been left alone in the city, listening to only a sour wind and the quiet inner throb of his own grief.

Grief has become her whole being, her religion. Now, she has been told that, in part, it was a false belief.

As Ishtahar wept, so the sky rained tears. Her grief mirrored Anu's anger.

Something dark had hooked itself into my heart.

Logan didn't know which was worse – discovering your husband was a lying, adulterous bastard, or a dismembered corpse.

But grief always hits hard and somehow lingers longer than exultation in your mind and heart,

The dead don't come back. Not to this world. This world is too cruel for anyone to want to come back.