Quotes About Grief

Wait a minute, hold on... The dude dies, and the girl cries so hard that she gets turned into a fountain ?

He was already fading. I knew that it wouldn't be long until he was just a vague image, however much I tried to cling onto his memory.

You don't lose a person all at once. You lose them in parts.

Sometimes I picture the crack in my heart. It flares up when something reminds me of Jon.

She says hello and I say hello and it defies all logic—I lost everyone I ever loved, everyone—but somehow my heart is intact. It ticks madly, just like hers.

But there is no way I am going to fuck her out of her celebrity death depression. If she came to me because her mother died, maybe, but this is ridiculous.

Death is just so final, you know? He's gone. There's no coming back. He's gone.

Why doesn't he get over it already? But that was the secret, wasn't it? You never got over what you lost. You always carried it with you, stitched to you like Peter Pan's shadow. And you never wanted to get over it, because who wanted to forget a time that had been so important? No, the truth was, you wanted to remember it always.

Death made you look differently at the people you loved. Their real selves weren't there to contradict your beliefs about them. The dead became a whole other person.

Maybe love didn't die even when a person did, but that didn't mean there might not be room for someone else in your heart.

You could love many people in your life. Maybe love didn't die even when a person did, but that didn't mean there might not be room for someone else in your heart.

Yet every time I saw Arthur my heart sank.

The thing about reaction formations is that they are reactions, and not responses to life. Genuine responsive emotions have an open, connecting, "moving" quality to them. They feel fresh and spontaneous including "dark" genuine emotions like anger and grief.

Josh is loving and kind, and he knows me better than anyone. He knows the real me, and he likes me for who I am. Josh is...Josh. And now he's gone. I press my wet face into my pillow. This is what heartbreak feels like.

Anyway, I thought, it's wishful thinking, all this talk of ghosts. If the dead wandered among us, their spirits still present on this earth, what need would we have for grief? Scary as it is, it's what we hope for. How else can we go on living?

I wake up in that state of grief when you can tell you've been mourning even in your sleep.

And each time she did, he would cry the way he had cried at his wife's funeral, understanding at last that grief is not accountable, that it lives wherever it chooses, and that the worst thing is this: after the first time, one always has the memory of it.

You love them until they can't feel loved anymore, then you keep on loving them as if they were still there—as if there's been a reprieve at the last moment and fate has reversed itself. It

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.

Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose ourselves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.

If i opened the door would he be there? would he smile at me and show his dimples? Would his cheeks be scruffy because he needed a shave? Would he hug me? all i've wanted all these monthes was for him to be alive. But i'd seen him on the floor. i'd seen him in the coffin. And you can feel it when someone has died, you can feel that his soul is gone, just gone, the emptiness of his body.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?