Quotes About Grief

Men grieve [Mephistopheles] so with the days of their lamenting, [he] even hate[s] to plague them with [his] torments.

he's gone, and all the answers in the world can't undrown him

When my mother was alive, I was the daughter first and everything else second.... That's what made her death so painful. My mother was a big part of my life and a big reason why I did what I did. I've always derived a lot of energy from being a good daughter.... When she was gone, I suddenly thought, Why am I doing this? For whom? Losing my mom was really hard on me. I remember going to the Academy Awards shortly after she died and thinking, Well I'm all dressed up, and my mother won't see me.

Joey Albert: The hardest part was not being able to be emotional at all, and yet feeling all these great losses.

Grief is a reminder of our physical existence and its inevitable end. Letting go is a whisper that We Are Eternal.

Work will cure your grief. Serve others.

It is a beautiful, a bless'd belief, That the beloved dead, grown angels, watch The dear ones left behind...

She lived to be twenty years old, and when she died I felt as if I had lost a child.

When you're used to hearing purring and suddenly it's gone, it's hard to silence the blaring sound of sadness.

...the tears come, and I cannot brush them away; I would not if I could, for they are the only tribute I can pay...

Death is a sudden silence — one of those deafening silences that leaves ringing in your ears.

When he died, Daddy went to the Wildlands for sure... He rode a tornado to get there.

Earth has one angel less, and heaven one more...

...Though much it seems a wonder and a wo That one so loved should be so early lost, And hallowed tears may unforbidden flow To mourn the blossom that we cherished most: Yet all is well; God's good design I see, That where our treasure is, our hearts may be!

A light is from our household gone, A voice we loved is stilled. A place is vacant at our hearth Which never can be filled; A gentle heart, that throbbed but now With tenderness and love, Has hushed its weary throbbings here, To throb in bliss above...

I rocked her in the cradle, And laid her in the tomb.

I am all alone in my chamber now, And the midnight hour is near... Over my soul, in its solitude, Sweet feelings of sadness glide; For my heart and my eyes are full, when I think Of the little boy that died...

Alas! thou talk'st like one who never felt Th' impatient throbs longings of a soul... A lover does not live by vulgar time: Believe me, Portius, in my Lucia's absence Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; And yet, when I behold the charming maid, I'm ten times more undone, while hope and fear, And grief, and rage, and love, rise up at once, And with variety of pain distract me...

Guilt, grief, regret cut deeper than the dimensions of the soul itself

The stem of a departed flower Has still a silent rank, The bearer from an emerald court Of a despatch of pink.

Funeral grief loathes words.

Panting to help the dear ones and yet not knowing how, lest any voice bereave them... One who only said "I am sorry" helped me the most when father ceased — it was too soon for language.

Grief cries and life shines on — and hope paints a rainbow.

It was only a few months after their father's death. His loss had left a wound in Darlene's chest that felt physical, a perpetual ache.