Quotes About Grief

before picking up the spilled diamonds, she locked the door and embraced him, weeping — the touch of her skin and silk was all the magic of life, but why does everybody greet me with tears?

A storm of sobs was filling my chest.

Just like a man grieving because he has recently lost in his dreams some thing that he had never had in reality, or hoping that tomorrow he would dream that he found it again.

My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three

I could not bring myself to touch him in order to make sure he was really dead. He looked it: a quarter of his face gone, and two flies beside themselves with a dawning sense of unbelievable luck.

there's a theory that when two people form a relationship, they form a third spiritual entity. When the relationship dies, that entity dies. Grief is a completely natural response, and it's almost impossible to move on if you don't allow yourself to experience it.

You lost a brother in Alaska today, but you're always gonna have family in Boston.

We've got ourselves a lot of bereavement overload

I think its a sickness to grieve too much for those who never cared a fig for you.

We're supposed to weep with those who weep. We're not supposed to smother them with banal truisms, out-of-context Bible verses, shallow advice, and links to our favorite podcasts.3 The

There should be fireworks, at least, when a dream dies.

Kuolema riistää meiltä ihmisen kokonaan ja antaa hänet meille kokonaan.

Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead, And knells ring around us wherever we tread, And the feet that awhile made our pathway so bright Pass on to a land that is out of our sight.

Porque no lloras Vic? -le preguntó- Acaso no le echas de menos? Ella tardó un poco en responder. Cuando lo hizo, Shail deseó no haber preguntado nunca. -Los muertos no pueden llorar- Dijo Victoria con suavidad. -Vic tu no estas muerta-replico el mago con un escalofrío -No-concedio ella-pero tampoco estoy viva del todo, dime Shail, se puede vivir con medio corazon?

Because the human experience involves loss, we need to feel it, express it, and then release it. Only then do we achieve healing.

When I built my luminous prison around you, you simply lay down at the center of it and died.

Why not the Victorians and their sentimental grief-wreaths woven from a loved one's hair?

I am sixteen when my mother steps out of her skin one frozen January afternoon- pure self, atoms twinkling like microscopic diamond chips around her, perhaps the chiming of a clock, or a few bright flute notes in the distance- and disappears. No one sees her leave, but she is gone.

Olivia watched him through a blur of tears, despising the futility of it. For there was nothing she could say to comfort a man whose family was long dead; there was no balm to heal wounds that scored a man's soul; and there was no way to make a man believe in the ties that bind.

You were different after your father died. She was wrong, of course. It was true that he'd changed toward her, but she had misinterpreted the cause. It wasn't his father's death and his ascension to the title the year before that caused him to shut her out the summer she came home and treat her as a servant rather than a friend. It was the fact that being friends with her had ceased to be enough, and anything more had never been possible.

Ten years. Ten years. Rachel missed her father every day. Not consciously, but his absence was a part of her, like a vine that wraps around a structure, sustains it even as it weakens it.

La Muerte tiene una hermana, más taimada y perseverante, que se llama Agonía. La dama Agonía me sostiene en sus brazos desde aquella vez-

That seemed to be the most horrible thing of all, that you could lose something so precious to you, something you loved, and still go on.

I know you didn't have much time with Sam. And it isn't fair. But that doesn't mean it was any less real. That's something to hold on to, so hold on to it" -Loretta