Quotes About Grief

How soon we cover up the horror of death and loss, if we can, with almost any sort of explanation, as if we had to justify the very fate which had maimed us.

You are sad. I am always sad.

She thought, this is the end of happiness, darkness begins here.

He felt sad, sad.

She stopped thinking so as not to cry

The bereaved cannot communicate with the unbereaved.

I must think of him as vanished utterly and gone forever.

there was a feeling as if I carried a small leaden coffin in the place of my heart

I can't quite believe he has actually left this scene, left our lives, wherein he was always so significant!

The only cure here was death. They were both gone out of my life.

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.

He did not consciously wish for death but he grieved at night for some blank thing which he could not even name.

Suppose she never got into art school, suppose she was not a painter after all? Suppose the talents which others had persuaded her she possessed were to abandon her overnight, or turn out to have been unreal all the time? Suppose she had to take a typing course or live with a word processor? I would die, she thought, I would kill myself or make myself die of grief. Already there was one great deep grief in her life.

And she looked at her life and seemed to understand it and to grieve over it as if it were already over.

She thought, I shall die of misery and pain.

Izgubiti nekoga ne zna?i izgubiti samo osobu nego i sve one na?ine i oblike kroz koje se ta osoba izražavala; zato ?ovjek izgubivši voljenu osobu može odjednom otkriti da je izgubio i mnoštvo stvari, slika, stihova, pjesama i mjesta.

I am going mad, she thought, I am in some sort of silent raging grief of which I shall die, everything has gone.

You die at heart from a withdrawal of love.

For me, nothing can ever be well again.

Bereavement is my occupation and it absorbs me completely. You want me to touch you, to look at you with sympathy. I cannot.

Sham dead,' I said. 'Dead! Dead dog!' I hoped that this word was in his vocabulary. It was. In a moment Mars's legs sagged and his body became limp and he slid to the ground, his eyes turning back and his mouth hanging open. It was terribly convincing. I was quite upset.

The dead man is on the trolley and the woman collapses across his chest. That's what the ghouls want a shufti at, like at that Princess Diana's funeral, they want to scrutinise those who really knew her, to drink the misery out of their faces.

No tears come, and it would be pointless, like trying to empty a reservoir of grief by drip feed. I'm being daft.

Despite the grief, there was no disguising the sense of relief in the air.