Quotes About Grief

Mom sobbed something into Dad's chest that I wish I hadn't heard, and that I hope she never finds out that I did hear. She said, "I won't be a mom anymore." It gutted me pretty badly.

Nothing hurts worse than the loss of money.

Money can't buy happiness but it'll sure keep a mess of grief off your front porch.

Money lost is bewailed with unfeigned tears. [Lat., Ploratur lacrimis amissa pecunia veris.]

Happiness does not await us all. One needn't be a prophet to say that there will be more grief and pain than serenity and money. That is why we must hang on to one another.

Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.

My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him for dying and leaving no money because he didn't trust life insurance salesmen.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

(His) sadness grew; it became a rock inside him, pulling him down. He carried the sadness everywhere, morning, noon, and night. It hurt to breathe.

How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That's when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.

The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without, Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget The morning's transient shower.

I have lost my mother, my father, my five, and ninety relatives in Poland. Poland is for me a cemetery.

I was scared when I lost my mother, my father, my brother, my sister.

When a mother dies, a daughter's mourning never completely ends.

Let us bind ourselves tightly to the Sorrowful Heart of our Heavenly Mother and reflect on it's boundless grief and how precious is our soul.

Brian Howe had no mother, so he won't be missed.

One word I had throughout the first year and a half of my mother's death was 'unmoored.' I felt that I had no anchor, that I had no home in the world.

I could not tell you the date of my mother's death. I could not tell you the date of my dad's death. These are not dates that I find significant.

There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal.

The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.

The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace - here on earth.

My grandmother made her home at Fox How under the shelter of the fells, with her four daughters, the youngest of whom was only eight when their father died.

Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.

It's hard to sleep at night because I'm still wondering where my mother is.