Quotes About Grief

Men die but sorrow never dies.

A man is not completely born until he is dead. Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals, a new member added to their happy society?

He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

After his blood, that which a man can next give out of himself is a tear.

Killed by a man with a switch blade knife, for 43 dollars my friend lost his life.

It is a fact that the majority of a man's griefs comes about through lack of self-control.

Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best!

What is the value of sticking a microphone in a man's face right after he has learned of his wife's death?

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.

Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory; against our pleasure we are temperate.

The man on the radio says Elvis Presley's died. We drove to Memphis, the sky was hard and black.

You know, I have had a terrible life. I married two men I really didn't like. My only daughter was killed in a car accident. My brother committed suicide. Has my life been a life for anyone to envy?

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach

In general satire, every man perceives A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves.

There is no feeling, perhaps, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music,--that does not make a man sing or play the better.

Hence these tears.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

Where were you when my heart was breaking? Will you scream out my name when I am dead and gone?

Lord of ours is so anxious that we should desire Him and strive after His companionship that He calls us ceaselessly, time after time, to approach Him; and this voice of His is so sweet that the poor soul is consumed with grief at being unable to do His bidding immediately; and thus, as I say, it suffers more than

I remember my sister's last hoorah. She joined all the black people I'm tired of losing, All the dead from parts of Florida, Ferguson, Brooklyn, Charleston, Cleveland, Chicago, Baltimore, wherever the names alive are Like the names in graves. I am someone With a good memory & better imagination.

His tears reached deep inside and tore great chunks from what was left of his heart.

So, Anna, did you know That when you kill yourself Those you say you love, They die too?