Quotes About Grief

All men are more concerned to recover what they lose than to acquire what they lack.

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.

The earth grieves, and I grieve, and I am weary of the fight

However much grief I carried, I liked the way my life was tending, these bright new directions. It's only human, to mourn and to reach toward forwardness at once.

His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief... Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.

By all means, become an abomination--but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

My parents hated me. All I ever heard was, "Why can't you be like your cousin Shelia? Why can't you be like your cousin Shelia?" Shelia had died at birth.

As an individual, you are entitled to your time of grief, process of grief, and right to grieve.

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief

Jesus wept once; possibly more than once. There are times when God asks nothing of His children except silence, patience, and tears.

There is peace and rest and comfort in sorrow.

Wealth and honor, benefits and blessings shall enrich my life; poverty and failures, grief and anxiety shall help fulfill it. In my life, I will serve heaven and earth; in death I will find peace.

Tears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.

Peace is purchased in the currency of loss.

A new dog never replaces an old dog, it merely expands the heart.

I know well enough that there have been dogs so loving that they have thrown themselves into the same grave with the dead bodies of their masters.

You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.

We died like aunts of pets or foreigners.

Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

My heart is aching for the people of Nice, Italy. I am so sad that I have no words to express my frustration.

The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.

When someone close to you dies, the memories and recollections of them are painful.

The true subject of poetry is the loss of the beloved.