Quotes About Grief

Tragedy takes all under regard.

Writing has nothing to do with pretty manners, and less to do with sportsmanship or restraint [...] Every writer begins as a subversive, if in nothing more than the antisocial means by which he earns his keep. Finally, every fantasist who cannibalizes himself knows that misfortune is his friend, that grief feeds and sharpens his fancy, that hatred is as sufficient a spur to creation as love (and a world more common) and that without an instinct for lunacy he will come to nothing.

I am always grieved when a man of real talent dies. The world needs such men more than Heaven does.

So quiet are the green woods Of our homeland, The crystalline wave Dying away by the ruined wall, And we wept in sleep; Wandering with timid steps Down past the thorny thicket, Singers in summer's eve, In the sacred peace Of the far resplendent vineyard; Shadows now in the cool womb Of night, grief-stricken eagles. As gently does a moonlit beam close The scarlet scars of melancholy.

Jennie was a soprano. Not a regular soprano, but a country-town soprano, of the kind often used for augmenting grief at a funeral. Her voice came from a point about two inches above the right eye.

When any of us experiences a loss, there comes a time in the grief process when we shake our fists skyward and yell, Why? It is the wrong question. The question we need to ask is "What is the journey and what is the growth that I must accomplish by suffering the loss of someone or something so meaningful to me?" It is the first step in the long and winding road that is to be our life's spiritual journey

Of griefes (like Greeks on Ilion). Alas, what one survives To be my refuge?

But he died of distemper when he was eleven months old. I do not know if little dogs cause as large griefs when they die as big ones; but I settled there should be no more dogs—big or little—for me.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

The killing of his kid brother had drained Josiah Hedges of everything that is good and decent in the human spirit. He was now a killer of the worse kind. A man alone.

What happened? I asked quietly. I lost some people, [Rogan] said. There was an awful finality in his voice. I hadn't thought he cared. I'd thought he viewed his people as tools and took care of them because tools had to be kept in good repair, but this sounded like genuine grief — that complicated cocktail of guilt, regret, and overwhelming sadness you felt when someone close to you died. It broke you and made you feel helpess. Helpless wasn't even in Rogan's vocabulary.

Our relationship had been doomed form the start, because it was based on grief, and unlike love, grief eventually passed.

They say the dead have no memories and know no pain." George's voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow it was louder than the pleas of the corpses. "It's not that way for me.

How does this even happen? How can someone you love be there one second and then gone the next?

Brutus was dead. His body lay under an oak on the Hendersons' lawn. A small group of neighbors had gathered around his corpse, their faces sad and shocked.

Johns Hopkins, which was a trip I was doing my best to forget. We almost died, and while we were away, a local family we knew was murdered. Julie and Derek had handled it, but thinking about it still turned my stomach. The

if adversity and hopeless grief have quite taken away the taste for life; if an unfortunate man, strong of soul and more indignant about his fate than despondent or dejected, wishes for death and yet preserves his life without loving it, not from inclination or fear but from duty, then his maxim has moral content.

Barna står ved kirkeporten. Gå og hent dem der. De som har mistet barna sine, kan gå og hente dem ved kirken.

She was too exhausted and downcast to take in the importance of the news- just as a person who has shed so many tears at the bedside of someone who is dying has none left for the actual moment of death.

To fully and authentically affirm life, we must affirm all of life, including dying, death, and grief.

To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare's, the Cornish sea.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.