Quotes About Grief

Suddenly Elena wished that Stefan wasn't the type of boyfriend to give her space.  She wished that he was here with her.  Come to think of it, if they were all grieving for the same person, why shouldn't he be with her?  Why had he run away instead of staying to support her?

When you lose someone, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

She shook her head impatiently; the idea of being in competition with other unhappy people was distasteful to her. It was an argument that her friends sometimes used, very delicately of course—that other people had more reason for grief than she had. As if grief could be measured by its causes, and not by the victim's capacity for suffering!

A great mind is above insults, injustice, grief, and raillery, and would be invulnerable were it not open to compassion.

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

No one dies of sorrow, they only wish they could.

love was not a tame or passive creature, but a rebellious beast, messy and unpredictable, capacious and forgiving, and that it would deliver me from grief and carry me out of the darkness.

Without his books, his room felt like a body with its hearts cut out.

Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.

For an instant, at least, they seemed one and the same, as though all anguish exists in the same deep well, no matter what loss or misfortune leads us to it. We might be at odds, hate each other, and desired each others destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.

And so Grief and Shame abided in adjoining rooms with the door shut between them, holding their pain in their arms instead of each other.

He wanted to tell her that everything he had done he had done because he was broken, because watching her die had destroyed him, but there was no way to say it that didn't sound like he was trying to pin the blame outside himself

How do you act like you've lost your soul?" Akiva asked. He meant it as a lighthearted question about a children's game, but when he heard himself say the words, he thought, Who knows better than I? You betray everything you believe in. You drown your grief in vengeance. You kill and keep killing until there's no one left.

You argued before that the dead don't want to be avenged, and that may be right, sometimes, but when you're the one left alive -" "We don't know that they're -" Karou broke in, but couldn't even finish the sentence. "Life feels stolen." "Given." "And the only response that makes sense to the heart is vengeance," he said. "I know. Believe me. But I'm hiding in a shower with you instead of trying to kill you, so it would seem that the heart can change its mind.

You were kinder to yourselves in your legend than we were," Karou continued. "We made ourselves out of grief. You made yourselves in your gods' image, and with a noble purpose: to bring light to the worlds." "A black job we've done of it," he said.

It's easy to make people cry. Grief, humiliation, anger—there are countless avenues to tears. It's easy to make them scream, too. There are so many things to fear.

It's the fuel for everything our people have done to each other since the beginning. That's what makes peace seem impossible. How can you blame someone for wanting to kill the killer of their loved ones? How can you fault people for what they do in grief?

It's grief," said Akiva. "It's rage. It makes us into the thing we despise." And he thought, And I was the thing you despised. Am I still? "Its the fuel for everything our people have done to each other since the beginning. That's what makes peace seem impossible. How can you blame someone for wanting to kill the killer of their loved ones? How can you fault people for what they do in grief?

It was like dying, but without the consolation of oblivion.

The Misbegotten had, in the last year, been pared to a sliver of itself. They had lost so many brothers and sisters that those who remained could have drowned in the ashes of those who had died.

Lazlo had loved Sarai as a dream, and he would love her as a ghost as well.

Karou's glance flickered to where the corpse had been, which did not go unnoticed by Liraz. "You think I didn't learn?" the angel asked, incredulous. And with that, Karou almost dared to hope. "Did you?" she asked, and her voice was very small. Did you learn? Did you glean Ziri's soul? Dear gods and stardust, did you? Liraz started to tremble. "I don't know," she said, "I don't know." Her voice shattered, and just like that she was crying.

In the darkness behind their shut lids they all saw the same thing: no color at all, only loss like a hole torn in the world.