Quotes About Grief

Suffering is not eliminated by the resurrection but transformed by it.

It is not like cancer, where there is hope at least of cutting out afflicted parts of the body in hopes of eradicating the disease. In mental illnesses, the symptoms plague the whole body and mind equally. I am not necessarily sad when I am depressed. I am not necessarily "down." Sometimes I just have a gnawing, overwhelming sense of grief, with no identifiable cause. I grieve as though my loved ones were dead. I imagine their funerals. I feel completely alone and isolated.

Miscarriages are labor, miscarriages are birth. To consider them less dishonors the woman whose womb has held life, however briefly.

Someone had collected shards of bone and brain pudding and sealed them in a Ziploc bag. The plastic sack lay in the man's lap, as though he'd been put in charge of watching over his own brain.

I felt a new wave of irritation, squelched it as I kicked into scientist mode. First rule: block mind-set. Don't suspect, don't fear, don't hope for any outcome. Observe, weigh, measure, and record. Second rule: block emotion. Leave sorrow, pity, and outrage for later. Anger or grief can lead to error and misjudgment. Mistakes do your victim no good.

I don't like this." "I know you don't, my little spaetzel. But I am too worn out to run from both the police and your murderous twin, and Damian's looking peaky, plus Christian did apologize for trying to kill us earlier." "I wasn't talking about that. It's your lamentable habit of using completely unsuitable love names for me that gives me grief," Adrian groused. "I am not a lambypie, nor am I a spaetzel.

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

How did people do this, for heaven's sake? How was she supposed to get up and go on with this sorrow hanging on her, dragging her down?

Death takes people away from us all our lives. We have to move on. Or die ourselves.

Suicide is not a blot on anyone's name; it is a tragedy

Blanky. Such an innocuous name for something that had now cemented itself as the locus of my grief and horror and rage.

I may have lost my mind for a time, but grief makes everyone crazy. Losing someone makes you lose yourself, makes you yearn for the impossible: one more day with the lost, an end to the pain, a cure for the spiritual malaise that eats you alive every morning you wake up alone. It makes you believe in wishes and other places.

You say you can't imagine what it must be like to lose a child. Let me make it easy for you. It's the beginning of the end of your world.

I may have lost my mind for a time, but grief makes everyone crazy.

Grief is dishonest and irrational. It makes us believe we would do anything to restore the natural order as we perceive it, even though it is the very same order that extinguishes the ones we love. And should our wish be fulfilled and the dead return, we'd be left to answer

you must try to get on with things or the grief will destroy you. You must put away the reminders of loss to have any hope of surviving

Ghosts, after all, have little to celebrate and the living have plenty to mourn.

When the people you love are gone, you're alone.

He could be alone with her, but it was difficult learning to be alone without her.

He'd been hit by a car, knocked off his bike. At the funeral the vicar had called it an "accident". But somehow the word wasn't enough. It wasn't big enough, powerful enough - didn't mean enough. He hadn't spilled a cup of tea, he hadn't tripped over his own feet. He'd had the life smashed out of him. It felt like there should be a whole new word invented just to describe it.

Then the image came back into his head. His wife Mary, pinned to the ceiling, blood pooling outward from her stomach, fire surrounding and consuming her.

It all began to seem unreal, the chairs and the waiting and the dead girl at home in the closet.

Dead children do not give us memories, they give us dreams." Thomas Lynch, The Undertaking   I

Loved. You can't use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.