Quotes About Grief

In daylight her death had taken on a reality. It lived in the house with them, in the dust on the floors, the blankness of the ceilings, the soft, unanswered noises of his movement past her room. After

Suspended in grief, I'd come unmoored from my senses. From 'Or She Dies'.

Every time he thought he'd familiarized himself with its contours, grief surprised him; it was ever bountiful, ever yielding.

Grief is not productive. It simply represents an inefficiency in accepting change of status.

at first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. what we should fear and dread, of course, is that we wont stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone. for i still love you with the whole of my heart. i still love you. and sometimes, my friend, the love that i have and cant give to you, crushed the breast from my chest. soemtimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn't meant to be.

Grief, and an estate, is joy understood,

To learn by heart is to learn By hurt—grief inscribing Its wisdom in the soft tissue. Song you sing, poem you are— Finger moving, precise As a phonograph needle, Along the groove of scar.

Maybe it was always simple: Loss surrounds us. Who would deny it? We ourselves are loss, are lost.

The dead sing us songs I'm learning to answer.

When I'm struggling with the fear of my own death, or with grief over the death of someone I love, what comforts me most isn't philosophies or ideas. It's the presence of someone who loves me just sitting with me silently, letting me feel what I have to feel, not trying to fix it or make it go away but simply being with me while I feel

Night has become painful for me. It brings to light the regrets of the day.

Cây n?n cháy, l?a xanh, l?a ??, Chân n?n kia, l? nh? lâm ly. L? khô, khi t?t n?n ?i, Cô em khóc lóc, gi?ng kia ?ã khàn. Cây n?n cháy, l?a vàng, l?a ??, Ng?i cùng em, hát ?? ?ôi câu. Tình ?au, khúc hát c?ng r?u Kim ?âm vào m?t, l? ?au ch?y tràn...

I've made a song for the poorly loved And songs for everything I grieved For unaccompanied slave and shark, For queens who've gone into the dark.

She holds him, he holds her, they hold each other, and all is dark, all is light, all is ugliness, all is beauty, all is pain, all is grief, all is never, all is forever.

The raindrops were tears too. The whole world was crying.

For brief as water falling will be death, and brief as flower falling, or leaf, brief as the taking, and the giving, breath; thus natural, thus brief, my love, is grief. —CONRAD AIKEN It doesn't matter if the water is cold or warm if you're going to have to wade through it anyway. —PIERRE TEILHARD DE CHARDIN

Gus called Felix's name one last time, as though saying his name would snap him out of it, would miraculously bring Felix back… But Felix was no longer Felix. He was a vampire motherfucker.

Anyone's death always releases something like an aura of stupefaction, so difficult is it to grasp this irruption of nothingness and to believe that it has actually taken place.

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

He opened his arms and she moved into the space they made in the world, and laying her head against his chest she permitted herself the almost unimaginable luxury of grief.

There is always grief. It is joy that is the rarest thing

And in the dark of that room, notorious for the woven patterns of desire it had seen, Ammar ibn Khairan held the woman beloved of the man he'd killed, and offered what small comfort he could. He granted her the courtesy and space of his silence, as she finally permitted herself to weep, mourning the depth of her loss, the appalling disappearance, in an instant, of love in a bitter world.