Quotes About Grief

It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.

In the mornings I awoke with salty crust of tears around my eyes--my grief struggling to surface when I was in my weakest, lost in sleep. But by day I would not allow myself to feel. My misery was muted; it had to be. If I faced it in earnest, I would truly drown.

I've seen it before, what mothers and daughters can do to one another during those terrible adolescent years. Grief must be at the bottom of it, for what is sadder for a parent than seeing her daughter shedding girlhood drop by precious drop? And what is more terrifying for a child than to doubt her mother, to begin to see her as a human with faults instead of as a goddess?

Thank you for grieving with me. Your tears made me feel as if my own were worth shedding.

Ours was a typical grief, and yet I say it without believing it. When death becomes personal, then there is nothing typical about it.

Grief. It doesn't go away entirely. Some days, you think you've forgotten that you've lost someone important, and other days, it's all you can think about. It comes and goes, like a wave. If you're loved, and if you love, grief is a thing you'll experience eventually. It means you're human, Callie

Before I met Oscar, I was fine. But then I met him, and I knew him, and I loved him, and he died, and after that, in an Oscarless world, I couldn't go back to the way I was before I knew him, because I wasn't the same person anymore. He mutated me.

Grief carries its own antidote along with it.

I sought not in her visage, for the tinge of the morning, and the lustre of heaven. These had vanished with life; but I hoped for liberty to print a last kiss upon her lips. This was denied me; for such had been the merciless blow that destroyed her, that not a lineament remained!

Behind anger, is hidden the cemetery. (Derrière la colère, - Se cache le cimetière.)

Death is the word that kills all the words.

Death is the word that kills all the words. (La mort est un mot - Qui tue tous les mots)

Joseph lost his son and Christ. (Joseph a perdu - Son fils et Jésus.)

Murderers sow death, and complain of the desert. (Meurtriers sèment la mort, - Et se plaignent du désert.)

He'd make a lovely corpse.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

He would make a lovely corpse.

Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were exchanged in the long close embrace between the orphans, be sacred. A father, sister, and mother, were gained, and lost, in that one moment. Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain.

Your tale is of the longest," observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair. It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man," returned Mr. Brownlow, "and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief.

Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from Jacques.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you keep living, day after day after terrible day.

Perhaps the mourners learn to look to the blue sky by day, and to the stars by night, and to think that the dead are there, and not in graves

That small world, like the great one out of doors, had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady, and the housekeeper had said it was the common lot, and the butler had said who'd have thought it, and the housemaid had said she couldn't hardly believe it, and the footman had said it seemed exactly like a dream, they had quite worn the subject out, and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too.