Quotes About Grief

Oh, most degrading of all ills that wait On man, a mourner in his best estate! All other sorrows virtue may endure, And find submission more than half a cure; Grief is itself a medicine, and bestow'd T' improve the fortitude that bears the load, To teach the wanderer, as his woes increase, The path of wisdom, all whose paths are peace...

Grief moves at its own pace.

Grief is processing what's been taken from you, what's still within you, and all the blessings and memories left behind by the one you're grieving.

Grief is a species of idleness.

Fresh petals of grief will eventually wilt and fall away And along with tears and love, memories and time They will nourish the seeds of healing underneath — Life will re-flower as acceptance, strength, and peace

My grief is like a magician's endless scarf — the more I let out the more there is.

One joy scatters a hundred griefs.

Grief counts the seconds: happiness forgets the hours.

My heart has cried a deep red grief since you've been gone, pulsing crimson pain.

They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far is give me more hours to think about how much I miss you.

To man has been given the grief, often, of seeing his gods overthrown and his altars crumbling; but to the wolf and the wild dog that have come in to crouch at man's feet, this grief has never come.

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

As ever, his grief made my heart ache. Ambition is a dangerous thing, I murmured. One can harbor it unknowing, only to find it sparked into life when the opportunity presents itself.

Victory doesn't matter to the dead, nor to the living who mourn them.

a surge of grief, I, who had never known men, as I stood in front of this man who had wanted to overcome fear and despair to enter eternity upright and furious.

Vicky's only been dead an hour and yet she's already a memory.

It makes my heart so heavy. Young men shouldn't have to die, and their parents shouldn't have to go through the rest of their lives making everything seem right by saying, 'At least my boy was brave.' Or, 'We're proud he did his bit.

People don't realize how desolate you feel. How this ache never goes; it's like a weight in the middle of the body, a bad ache in the gut every single day. And the thing is, it's not simply a case of missing a person--it's missing everything that came with that person.

And I know only too well how time can cast a sort of skin over an event—a membrane that gets thicker until a point where broaching the subject is all but impossible, even when you think you can face the grief and terror once more.

Grief should be aired, not buried.

Allow grief room to air itself," Maurice had taught her. "Be judicious in using the body to comfort another, for you may extinguish the freedom that the person feels to be able to share a sadness.

There is no path set for this kind of shock, and for the grief that attends such terrible news.

Memories streamed over her, and she sat up, images converging in her mind's eye, the sneaker wave of grief catching her in its riptide pull once again, leaving her washed ashore, bereft, with two deep desires: to sleep forever, or to live life for them both. "Oh