Quotes About Grief

Because the memory of those who lie below, passes away so soon. At first they tend them, morning, noon, and night; they soon begin to come less frequently; from once a day, to once a week; from once a week to once a month; then, at long and uncertain intervals; then, not at all. Such tokens seldom flourish long. I have known the briefest summer flowers outlive them.

They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them.

Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain.

She did not replace my mother; no one could do that; but she came into a vacancy in my heart, which closed upon her, and I felt towards her something I have never felt for any other human being

Mr. Gradgrind, apprised of his wife's decease, made an expedition from London, and buried her in a business-like manner. He then returned with promptitude to the national cinder-heap, and resumed his sifting for the odds and ends he wanted, and his throwing of the dust about into they eyes of other people who wanted other odds and ends - in fact, he resumed his parliamentary duties.

He went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards. 'What are you about, Loo?' her brother sulkily remonstrated. 'You'll rub a hole in your face.' 'You may cut the piece out with your penknife if you like, Tom. I wouldn't cry!' THE

Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief.

Not to make Joe uneasy by talking too much, even if I had been able to talk much, I deferred asking him about Miss Havisham until next day. He shook his head when I then asked him if she had recovered? 'Is she dead, Joe?' 'Why, you see, old chap,' said Joe, in a tone of remonstrance, and by way of getting at it by degrees, 'I wouldn't go so far as to say that, for that's a deal to say; but she ain't -' 'Living, Joe?' 'That's nigher where it is,' said Joe; 'she ain't living.

When we transmit our love of earth, mountain, water, and sea to others, and stir the grief over what has been lost; when we hold ourselves and others in the rawness of loss without jumping right away to reflexive postures of solution and blame, we are penetrated deep to the place where commitment lives.

for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you were. All your grief hasn't changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost. You're only left with your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not.

We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the passing instant.

When laughter feasts, sadness starves.

She had a slender, small body, but a large heart — a heart so large that everybody's grief and everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

Where gripping griefs the heart would wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, There music with her silver sound With speed is wont to send redress: Of troubled minds, in every sore, Sweet music hath a salve in store.

And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.

De laatste persoon die zich mij herinnert als kind is heengegaan, zei ik tegen mijzelf. En toen pas begon ik te huilen, als een kind.

It's bad enough weeping for the loss of a love you once had. Don't be after weeping for the loss of a love you never had at all.

Like I say, this house is far too big for me anyway, and maybe it'll do my head good to get away from the memories of your Ma. Sometimes I still think that she's upstairs, in bed, and I have to go up just to make sure that she's not.' He paused, and then he said, almost inaudibly, 'She never is.

I have no strength now to speak of my loss of strength.

I didn't cry when they buried my father - I wouldn't let myself. I didn't cry when they buried my sister. On Thursday night, with my family asleep upstairs, my eyes filled as Agassi and Marcos Baghdatis played out the fifth set of their moving second-round match.

When a parent dies, your center of gravity is altered. Even if you lived apart from them—even if you walled yourself off from all contact—you are irrevocably lessened by their passing. Death, like gravity, respects no barriers.

Not that she took to the usual ministrations that followed her husband's death. When a cleric suggested to Victoria that "Henceforth you must remember that Christ Himself will be your husband," the queen declared, "This is what I call twaddle!"73

She released his hand and sat back. That air of sadness had descended on her once more. His father had carried a similar melancholy after his mother had passed; Poe would see it descend on him like a shadow, settle over his shoulders like a blanket made of warmth and memory and longing and loss. Leia wore something made of the same material, and not for the first time Poe wondered how she had come by it and, perhaps more importantly, who had given it to her.

He didn't just remember his grief, he relearned it.