Quotes About Grief

We cried for what we'd lost: people and time, as well as for what we'd gained: knowledge and truth.

The next week passed in a haze of mourning, as thick and disorienting as the unrelenting fog that crept over the stones of Venice each morning.

grief is not a thing that ends. Sometimes, though, it cracks us open and exposes the places we've hidden, and that can be a kind of gift.

What does it mean to love unconditionally? Are you obligated to love someone when you are experiencing their behavior as emotionally abusive? Is emotional abuse real if the cause is grief or a mental health issue? Can something be a mental health issue and potentially true at the same time? Was

When somebody dies thinking you are someone you haven't been in years—someone you maybe never were to begin with—what parts of your identity, real and constructed, do the dead take with them?

There is so much more to my father's life and death than how it impacted, reflected on, or revealed me.

I miss her more with every passing day because, just as words once written can never be unwritten, grief is not a thing that ends. Sometimes, though, it cracks us open and exposes the places we've hidden, and that can be a kind of gift.

the most real presence of all is the abscence of those we love.

He would not want to sound like a haunted man; he would not want to sound as though he was calling from a welfare hotel, years too late, to say Yes, that was a baby we had together, it would have been a baby. For he could not help now but recall the doctor explaining about that child, a boy, who had appeared so mysteriously perfect in the ultrasound. Transparent, he had looked, and gelatinous, all soft head and quick heart; but he would have, in being born, broken every bone in his body.

Se o teu amigo morreu, não o enterres. Mantém-te um pouco afastado e aguarda. Os abutres hão-de chegar e tu farás imensos amigos novos.»

I'm in the kitchen. You are three days dead. A smiling moon rises on fertile ground, White stars and vegetables. The sky is blue. Clock hands sweep by it all, they twirl around, Pushing me, oarless, from the shore of you.

In his youth, [he] had believed everything was possible. Then in grief, he believed everything was impossible. And now. . . he felt that when you had lived enough of your life, there was no difference between the two.

The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

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

We stayed like that, him watching me crying, for as long as we could stand it. Then he took a couple of paces away. The room needed a window for him to go to and look out of. I could feel the grammar of the moment demanding it.

Extraordinary what the body remembers. The bones loded with love, grief silting the arteries, fear the bowels' recurring mould. Who would have thought mere flesh and blood could hold so much of psyche's ghostly script?

Extraordinary what the body remembers. The bones loded with love, grief silting the arteries, fear the bowels' recurring mould. Who would have thought mere flesh and blood could hold so much of psyche's ghostly script?)

Peace is purchased in the currency of loss.

What was it Freud once said? All depression is caused by the loss of someone's love.

grief is the hardest cross to bear.

When my mother died I learned that grief can be a very private thing.

He thought himself stupid; the contemplation of grief always makes one stupid.

Our grief is not a cry for war. "That's how New Yorkers feel," the driver said. "They know what bombing looks like, and they know the hell it is. But outside New York, people will feel guilty because they weren't here. They'll be yelling for revenge out of guilt and ignorance. Sure, we all want to catch the criminals, but only people who weren't in New York will want to bomb another country and repeat what happened here.

Our grief is not a cry for war.