Quotes About Grief

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

To no man make yourself a boon companion: Your joy will be less but less will be your grief

Man needs to suffer. When he does not have real griefs he creates them.

Enoch...why are you here? Why has my spirit been incarnated into a physical bodi in this world generally? Or specifically, why am I here in a Swedish forest, standing on the wreck of a mysterious German rocket plane while a homosexual German sobs over the cremated remains of his Italian lover?

the old world, death had led to endless philosophical ruminations and spawned religions, but in Bitworld it led to one-star ratings from furious bereaved and threats of class-action lawsuits.

Death itself was always quick, Raphael reflected, staring off at the distant horizon. It is the survivors who feel pain the longest.

In the old world, death had led to endless philosophical ruminations and spawned religions, but in Bitworld it led to one-star ratings from furious bereaved and threats of class-action lawsuits.

Well, my dad died when I was three." Shoot. That's right. Some of us have actual things to complain about.

So how do you feel about it?" "I'm not upset, but my mom was crying and it's the first time I've ever seen her cry. Dad always wanted whiskey poured on his grave, so my brother said, 'I just hope he doesn't mind me filtering it through my bladder first.'" Mystery

We complain and complain in the villages, and then take us out and it's all we can talk about. Aren't people that way everywhere: Amina said. I mean, when they lose something?

You remember the footprint All that is forgotten you remember from eternity You remember the footprint which filled with death As the myrmidon approached. You remember the child's trembling lips As they had to learn their farewell to their mother. You remember the mother's hands which scooped out a grave For the child which had starved at her breast. You remember the mindless words That a bride spoke into the air to her dead bridegroom.

Yet, there is something about a person's eyes. . . they speak their own language, from the heart and soul. They speak love, grief, hate, innocence, and guilt. They speak the truth even as the person is lying.

A single death is a tragedy; multiple deaths are a sanitation problem.

Me, Mia. Mama mia, Mia. Otis is rigor mortis.

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

It was incongruous at Coombargana. In a great city such things happen now and then, where people are too strained and hurried to pay much attention to the griefs of others, but in a small rural community like ours, led by wise and tolerant people such as my father and mother, staffed by good types culled and weeded out over the years, such secret, catastrophic griefs do not occur. Troubles at Coombargana had always been small troubles in my lifetime.

And then, Monsieur votre fils, he was well too? Well, they had to know. He turned away from her blindly. 'Madame,' he said, 'mon fils est mort. Il est tombé de son avion, au-dessus de Heligoland Bight.

It was her dog getting killed that put the lid on it," said Viola, seven years later. "Funny, that, wasn't it? She stood up quite well when your brother got killed and when her father got killed, but when the dog got killed it finished her. I suppose she felt responsible or something." "I suppose she did," I said. "What happened after

If the fire of the love to you wouldn't dry them the floods of tears for you would sweep me away And if the water from my two eyes wouldn't come to my aid the fire of the grief over you would burn my heart wailing

Os homens se esquecem com maior rapidez da morte de um pai que da perda de um patrimônio.

Ludzie pr?dzej puszczaj? w niepami?? ?mier? ojca ni? strat? ojcowizny

Men more quickly forget the death of their father than the loss of their patrimony.

los hombres olvidan más pronto la muerte de su padre que la pérdida de su patrimonio.

It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.