Quotes About Grief

I had so much. I felt so sad.

Pneumonia. I'd heard that word before. Over two years ago, when I'd first come to Susan's house, when I'd learned about Becky, her best friend. "What killed her?" I'd asked, and Susan had said, "Pneumonia. That's a sickness in the lungs." I was falling, falling. I had no one to catch me. Susan was dying. I had no safe place to be.

It seems like our town has closed down these days leading up to the funeral. Old people still sit on their porches and talk, but their conversations aren't sprinkled with laughter anymore. Since the new, little kids haven't played outside, as if their moms are afraid someone might snatch them out of their yards and send them off to war.

I've had worse. (Draven) Such as? (Simon) The day my heart was ripped out of me. I assure you the king's executioner could never equal the pain I felt the day I saw our mother die. (Draven)

Damn you for killing my son. I wish you had died in the womb. Better I should have killed myself than ever given birth to a monster such as you. (Sin's Mother) Thank you, Mother. As always, I will cherish your well wishes. (Sin)

The queen of the sky told him that in death there is no satisfaction. Only pain will find you. So he asked her when the pain would lessen. The queen told him never. The pain is what shows us how much we loved them. If you truly love someone, then the pain of their loss will always be in your heart. (Nora)

Pausing in front of her, her mother brushed the hair back from her face and smiled sweetly at her before she kissed her brow. "You've changed much, my little treasure." A stinging wave of grief consumed her as she heard her mother's blessed voice again. Tears welled in her eyes. "I've missed you, Mama." -Seren and her mother, in a dream.

When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, "My father died, my father died." My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not help it. Without my father on his Delhi rooftop, why was I here? Without him there, why should I go back? Without that ache between us, what was I made of?

We share in grief and ritualize letting go and moving on, but at heart, all true grief is private. There

Inevitably, one day you awoke from the shock of sudden death to find one impossible truth staring you coldly in the face. From this day forward, you must relearn living. You must create for yourself a new life in which the person who has died is no longer present.

Those who value peace of mind, assign everything to the course of Time as the cause, but practical men soon assuage their grief by revenge.

Death comes to us all, that is the only thing we can be certain of. It makes no difference whether it is a thief in a garbage dump or a policeman in the line of duty. When someone dies at the hands of another, the pain for the survivors is the same.

I was on the verge of crying with grief at still being alive.

A world of grief and pain Flowers bloom Even then

When a human's tears dry up forever, they transform into a monster

Now, once again, 2 students left. But of course they're a part of you now.

Grief gets worse, you know that, as you get older.

As you know, things change. People die. Everything changes.

Annie's thing was to concentrate on the living. To honor every day & every person in some interesting way, because that's what you had, just that one moment. ... It 's important to honor a life, the way it was lived, the potential it had to grow & change. ... Saluting someone after they die can be done in a way that allows us to grieve & to celebrate.

Grief, and remembering, and loss cannot be predicted or held at bay. She knows, and she lets her anger at the missing... at all the time she let slip away spill from inside her.

Now you know why it was so hard for me to let go of one more thing...the land, the view, a sense of something...one thing just staying the way it should be. ... I'm tired, tired of losing ground, of losing control, of losing so many people that I love.

She thinks she will explode with all the seemingly endless positions of grief.

She is sure of many things. She is certain that her daughter loves her in a way that will last forever. She's sure that she has this moment, this day, & maybe a few hours after that. She's sure of the past, & what might linger on the horizon only as far as she can see. She's certain that if you take your grief & you hold on tight to it, it multiplies & divides & soon conquers you so that it wins a war that was never meant to be started.

Death...does this to people. It slaps the living upside the head and it makes us ponder and exchange events and feelings that might stay hidden.