Quotes About Grief

A Bayonet's contrition is nothing to the dead.

Death, in its silent sure march is fast gathering those whom I have longest loved, so that when he shall knock at my door, I will more willingly follow.

The Four Oaths: Never be late with respect to the way of the warrior; be useful to the lord; be respectful to your parents; get beyond love and grief: exist for the good of man.

in his chest, his heart seeped. It wasn`t blood that escaped - that had been shed long ago - but a thick, bile-like fluid that ran through veins that had become rivers of pain carrying a bottomless cargo of grief.

Half the people in this world have been undone by grief, in one of its forms. Some can endure it, some can't.

People can forgive toxic parents, but they should do it at the conclusion—not at the beginning—of their emotional housecleaning. People need to get angry about what happened to them. They need to grieve over the fact that they never had the parental love they yearned for. They need to stop diminishing or discounting the damage that was done to them.

The body remembers who we are supposed to be. And in this there is grief.

Terry Tempest Williams: "I look at Mother and I see myself," she writes during her period of caretaking; or worse: "A person with cancer dies in increments, and a part of you slowly dies with them.

Grief can make a man careless

I felt dead and sick inside.

There is no timetable for grief," said Bronwen Morgan. "Grief isn't a train which you catch at the station. Grief has its own time, and grief's time is beyond time, and time itself … isn't very important.

The day she left this earth was certainly Heaven's finest and the saddest day I'll ever live.

I don't even know what intimacy is, Pastor." "It's belonging and believing and being loving to each other. It's vulnerability to the one person you trust most. It's saying, 'Here's my ugly, battered, wounded heart. I'm going to let you see it and trust you with it.' Did you ever let her see your grief?

wailed when she'd

but if I know anything about time, it is that it stretches to walk with you when you grieve. The rest of the world may zoom past at breakneck speed, but when you are learning to live with loss, time slows to the pace of your breathing.

Which was worse? Mourning the loss of something without knowing you never actually had it, or mourning the loss of what you thought you had and never had at all?

But it also seemed that every time I shared Edward's story with someone, his hold on me diminished a little. And I didn't want him to disappear from me; I had so little of him to hold on to.

and that if she ever needs to talk to her or touch her, she need only go to Belinda's peach tree and put her arms around it, and Candace will whisper to her through the branches that all is well.

grief is such a strange guest, making its home in a person like it's a new thing that no one has ever experienced before. It is different for every person.

But with Mama and Uncle Fred and Charlie, the world doesn't stop. It just keeps spinning, with all its troubles, yanking us into its wild revolutions. There is no stepping into mourning, all secluded with nothing but much-warranted sorrow for company. Instead it's as if the train we're all on switched tracks at full speed and now we are racing forward in a completely new direction with no time to think about the destination we'd been headed toward before and now will never see.

I knew I would need a place to make sense of what I had lost and yet never had.

These things keep me close to Mama, close even to that part of her I hadn't yet come to fully know because I was too young and we simply ran out of time.

Maybe this is what losing a child does to you. It peels off the top layer of who you are, like a snake shedding its skin, and underneath is new skin, and because it's new, it's not the same.

parents dead. Can't backpack, can't do hip hop. Who am I, really? Now I get to find out.