Quotes About Grief

But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, 'All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion

How do we say good-bye to you without saying good-bye to apiece of ourselves? Where do we look for you now?

We could look out our windows and still see your face, still hear your voice on the wind. But where do we look for you now?

When he died, he took part of me with him . I was stuck after that

As usual, he saves his wife's for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.

You took a huge part of us with you, Chika, the best part, but it was yours to take, and I hope it will always be close to you.

Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end, she said. Love doesn't.

Al morir se pone fin a una vida, no a una relación personal.

Like a hidden grieving that rises to grab the heart, his soul was ambushed with old emotions, and his lips began to tremble and he was swept into the current of all that he had lost.

Amazing, I thought. I worked in the news business. I covered stories where people died. I interviewed grieving family members. I even attended the funerals. I never cried. Morrie, for the suffering of people half a world away, was weeping. Is this what comes at the end, I wondered? Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another.

He used the haunting phrase, "Alas for what has been lost.

If you hold back on the emotions — if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them — you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails.

My old professor, meanwhile, was stunned by the normalcy of the day around him. Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?

Sometimes, when you're losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can.

Death ends a life, but not a relationship.

What do you do when you lose a loved one too quickly? When you have no time to prepare before, suddenly, that soul is gone?

I wasn't there when you died. That's not your fault. I never said good-bye. Such a needless word, she said, when you love somebody.

losing a loved one is never really starting over. More like continuing without.

Sometimes, when you're losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can.

Lágrima"—"Teardrop"—the

When people leave this Earth, their loved ones always weep." She smiled. "But I promise you, those who leave do not.

My mother had been all over me as a kid—advice, criticism, the whole smothering mothering thing. There were times I wished she would leave me alone. But then she did. She died. No more visits, no more phone calls.

But today is not yesterday, and the Reb could do nothing but listen to the worst imaginable words—We couldn't save her—told to him by a doctor he had never met before that night. How could this happen? She had been perfectly normal earlier in the day, a playful child, her whole life before her. We couldn't save her? Where is the logic, the order of life?

Love lost, is still love...You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory.