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Quotes About Grief

Things which are gone in the morning: sleep, darkness, grief, the moon. Women. Dreams.
~ Catherynne M. Valente
Breakfast brought an oppressive gloom down upon my spirit. Soft-boiled eggs oozed a golden ichor of loneliness onto my spoon; the buttered rolls spoke only of the further torment of my being. Failure swirled in the milky depths of my tea and the bacon I devoured was the bacon of grief.
~ Catherynne M. Valente
The thing I hate about being dead is you can't move on. I was in love with him when I died, so I'll be in love with him till the sun burns out.
~ Catherynne M. Valente
though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.
~ Catherynne M. Valente
Equally dead, equally bound. You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief.
~ Catherynne M. Valente
As all reptiles know, the bigger the spectacles, the wiser the wearer, and the Scientiste wore the biggest pair ever built. But even the wisest of men may die, and that is especially true when the wisest of men has a fondness for industrial chemicals. So went my mother's patron, in a spectacular display of Science." "That's very sad," sighed September. "Terribly sad! But grief is wasted on the very roasted.
~ Catherynne M. Valente
As the poet Prageeta Sharma said, Americans have an expiration date on race the way they do for grief. At some point, they expect you to get over it.
~ Cathy Park Hong
As the poet Prageeta Sharma said, Americans have an expiration date on race the way they do for grief.
~ Cathy Park Hong
Journeying over many seas & through many countries I came dear brother to this pitiful leave-taking The last gestures by your graveside The futility of words over your quiet ashes. Life cleft us from each other Pointlessly depriving brother of brother Accept then, our parents' custom These offerings, this leave-taking Echoing forever, brother, through a brother's tears
~ Catullus
Every happiness is a bright ray between shadows, every gaiety bracketed by grief. There is no birth that does not recall a death, no victory but brings to mind a defeat.
~ Geraldine Brooks
The common soldiers did not blame him for his excessive grief. They knew him. They knew his flaws. Indeed, I think they loved him all the more because he was flawed, as they were, and did not hide his passionate, blemished nature.
~ Geraldine Brooks
My Tom died as babies do, gently and without complaint. Because they have been such a little time with us, they seem to hold to life but weakly.
~ Geraldine Brooks
Every happiness is a bright ray between shadows, every gaiety bracketed by grief. There is no birth that does not recall a death, no victory but brings to mind a defeat. So was that commencement a celebration.
~ Geraldine Brooks
He turned his eyes on me then, and spoke to me in a silken whisper that seemed to fall upon my grief like a comforting shawl.
~ Geraldine Brooks
Margaret, are you grievingOver Goldengrove unleaving?
~ Gerard Manley Hopkins
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
~ Gerard Manley Hopkins
Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? My duty all ended,Who have watched his mold of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome,Pining, pining.
~ Gerard Manley Hopkins
To bury grief plant a seed.
~ German proverb
The death of a friend is equivalent to the loss of a limb.
~ German proverb
They didn't really have a childhood. Just them and Mom and then her liver went and she died and it was just them. Except they never learned to be grown-ups. And they never learned to be just kids, either. Stuck in never-never land. Kinda sad.
~ Gerry Boyle
The certain, lonely knowledge [120] that everything is vain but grief.
~ Giacomo Leopardi
Beware: this is a place of tears. Questo è luogo di lagrime! Badate!
~ Giacomo Puccini
Nanny had thought she might lose the child from her grief. At night when she rolled over in the bed and went to drape her leg across Gabriel's, finding him gone, the ache in Nanny's chest moved up to her throat, then down to her womb.
~ Gigi Amateau
Grief howls in a suburban street, wild as Demeter, who put the world to sleep, a mother in perpetual winter weeps for Persephone, her stolen child.
~ Gillian Clarke