Quotes About Grief

The joy and the grief we encounter on our journey are not always the direct workings of God, which of course means that we too are partners in the making of our world.

These memories of happiness are fleeting things, reflections in a stream, glimpsed all broken for a second and then swept away in the current of grief that is our life now. I can't say that I ever feel what it felt like then, when I was happy. But sometimes something will touch the place where that feeling was, a touch as slight and swift as the brush of a moth's wing in the dark.

It is natural to want to forget, Anna, when everyday is a brimful of sadness. But those souls also forgot those that they had loved. You do not want that, surely? I have heard some preach that God wants us to forget the dead, but I cannot believe so. I think He gives us precious recollections so that we may not be parted entirely from those He has given us to love. You must cherish your memories of your babes, Anna, until you see them again in Heaven.

the surfeit of loss in my life has convinced me it will be easier to be grieved for than to grieve." Bethia as an old woman about to die p 257

How strange it is, Anna. Yesterday, I have filed in my mind as a good day, notwithstanding it was filled with mortal illness and the grieving of the recently bereft. Yet it is a good day, for the simple fact that no one died upon it. We are brought to a sorry state, that we measure what is good by such a shortened yardstick.

I do not propose to go on as I have been, feeding on the gall of my own grief. For you grieve, and yet you live, and are useful, and bring life to others.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.

Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!

A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather . . . what comes after No man knows.

Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.

Regression in grief must be seen and supported as a means toward adaptation and health.

Too slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who fear, Too long for those who grieve, Too short for those who rejoice. But for those who love, time is not.

Hands have not tears to flow.

There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Home they brought her warrior dead.

Sorrow makes us all children again.

The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it hath.

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert it only irritates.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

The deeper the sorrow, the less tongue hath it.

More in sorrow than in anger.

The relatives of a suicide always take it in bad part, that he did not remain alive out of consideration for the family dignity.

It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.