Quotes About Grief

Regret is the glue that makes grief stick around for a lifetime.

For the past three months, Darlene had waited for the fact of her father's death to reach every corner of her mind. She had been through this process when Mama died; she knew how it would unfold. Right now, each morning was its own little funeral. She would wake up and listen for Daddy's footsteps, sniff the air for his pipe smoke, open her eyes, and remember. Every morning she lost him...

When Heaven has taken from us some object of our love, how sweet is it to have a bosom whereon to recline our heads, and into which we may pour the torrent of our tears! Grief, with such a comfort, is almost a luxury!

The ocean has its ebbings — so has grief.

If guilt or regret is an essential part of your grief, you will never stop grieving.

Grief is a burden but also a friend— It is not grief that wounds your heart but it is grief that heals your heart.

He that lacks time to mourn lacks time to mend.

New Grief awakens the old.

There's a curious thing about pain or hardship. In the beginning, it's an enemy, it's something that you don't want to face or think about or deal with. Yet with time it becomes almost a friend. If you've lost someone you love very much, in the beginning you can't bear it, but as the years go by, the pain of losing them is what reminds you so vividly of them — that they were alive.

That grief will go on, but the love goes on too.

Healing from grief is allowing the courage and purpose within you and the love someone else left you, to merge and create a new sense of being.

Grief is historian of the heart.

Grief bores holes in our hearts & heads like a woodpecker — peck peck peck — knock knock knock You can't make it stop Eventually it flies away — but leaves pits that never fully heal

Why does cold weather refresh old griefs? More quiet for reflection? Longer nights to lay awake? Like citrus, grief is a winter fruit.

But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.

Stumbling over all those little moments of grief is just a part of moving forward.

Each day seems a new beginning, — a new acquaintance with grief.

Grief is a haunted lake that's all too easy to drown in.

A friend dies or leaves us: we feel as if a limb was cut off.

Grief cries pain and sighs love.

There's no reason Grief and Hope can't be friends.

Let grief and guilt stay not too long as houseguests.

There was nothing to do for that kind of loss — no solution to it, no medicine for it. You just coped as best you could. The ache was dull but profound, like the unanswered call of a lonely coyote.

Love stabs at loss with pangs of past happiness.