Quotes About Grief

Tears are the silent language of grief.

Man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.

See how time makes all grief decay.

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived.

Some of your hurts you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you endured From the evil which never arrived.

To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.

What am I supposed to do without you?" "Live. That's all. Just live." "I don't know if I know how." "You'll figure it out," I said, and curled up against him. There were two hours left before four o'clock. And in those two hours, we lived a lifetime.

The best of us grieve over the loss but do not dwell on it. Instead we draw from our inner strength to help us move on from our pain.

Happiness is not something that you feel when good things happen in your life. It is not something you feel when people say good things about you. It is not something you feel when you win an award. It is a state of living – present in grief or celebration, success or failure, stress or relaxation, suffering or pleasure.

Love can die. It can be killed, no matter how alive it was, it's not invulnerable. Mine's dead. It's dead and it's buried. I just want one thing more, and that's the chance to look him in the face and tell him he's nothing. If I can do that one thing, it'll be enough.

Because dead people don't get angry. They're dead.

Murder did that. Took lives, crushed others, changed still others forever.

Grief levels us. We go on, we do what's necessary, but there's a shadow on the heart.

She rubbed away tears, but couldn't stop them. "And he's talking about visitations and miracles, and I'm thinking: But what about before? What about the terror and the pain and the horrible helplessness? What about that? Because I'm not dead, and I can still feel it. Do you have to be dead not to feel it anymore?" Her voice broke. Roarke felt the crack in his own heart.

Quero vê-lo morto, mas ele já está morto - Roarke fletiu os nós dos dedos doridos. - Por isso não posso fazer nada. E ainda assim, quero enfiar-lhe os punhos na cara; queria ter-lhe arrancado o coração do peito antes mesmo de ele ter encostado um dedo em ti. Daria tudo o que tenho se o pudesse fazer. Mas em vez disso, não posso fazer nada.

She covered her hands with her face

Those who survived lived forever with that echo of what was gone sounding inside their heads.

Do you remember Vlek, who was such a good sheepdog that she and Jakob alone could drive a whole flock past you at the counting-post? Do you remember how Vlek grew old and sickly and could not hold down her food, and how there was no one to shoot her but you, and how you went for a walk afterwards because you did not want anyone to see you cry?

por qué precisamente su hijo, mientras los otros noventa y nueve siguen incólumes, jugando y disfrutando? Le parece monstruoso que la oscuridad haya engullido a David, que no haya indignación, ni clamor, que nadie se arranque los cabellos ni rechine los dientes, que el mundo siga girando sobre su eje como si nada hubiera ocurrido.

His cheeks were slick with tears that spilled over his diamond eyes, a ceaseless flow he neither noticed nor appeared to care about. And she had a feeling it was going to be a while before the leaking stopped-an inner artery had been nicked and this was the blood of his heart, spilling out of him, covering him.

I'm talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen." "I thought your mother was dead." "She is." "You have a very low standard for communication.

Rehvenge, I'm talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen." "I thought your mother was dead." "She is." "You have a very low standard for communication.

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.