Quotes About Grief

What broke her in the end was to see that Dari, moving quietly in the snow, was tracing his flower neatly with a thin branch in the growing dark while tears were pouring down his face without surcease.

There was a new hole in the world where sorrow could enter.

Tell me, when your wife died...how did you go on living?" He opened his mouth and closed it without answering. She turned away. They went back through the forest to the sea. On the stony strand of the isle, he was still unable to speak. He watched as she unclipped and let fall her purple cloak, and then dropped the brooch that has pinned it and turned and went away along the white stones. The man named Mariscus followed her out of sight. How did you go on living?

This is what happens when the human you love dies. Pieces of you go missing.

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come.

Come: there shall be such islanding from grief, And small communion with the master shore. Twang they. And I incline this ear to tin, Consult a dual dilemma. Whether to dry In humming pallor or to leap and die. Somebody muffed it?? Somebody wanted to joke.

Before your horror can be sweet. Or proper. Before your grief is other than discreet. The intellectual damn Will nurse your half-hurt. Quickly you are well. But weary. How you yawn, have yet to see Why nothing exhausts you like this sympathy

and this morning I am without fire, my marrow is ash, I am very sad.

In times of grief and sorrow. "When someone you love dies. You will heal and you will be whole again but you will never be the same. Their love never truly leaves you. It live's inside you.

Saying goodbye to someone isn't really the hard part. It's living every day, not being able to say anything to them

Grief and love doesn't go away. They become a part of you. Because you don't get one without the other.

It's just a small tear. But it is the heaviest thing in the world.

Grief we try to understand it, but it leaves us feeling lost and confused." But love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

Tears are words you cannot speak and your heart cannot bear.

Missing someone who has passed away is a whole different kind of Heartache. You really never get over it. But you learn to live with it.

A penny for pain. A dime for bitterness. A quarter for grief. A dollar for silence. The price for the parts of me that are used and broken.

Hell is.. Where we leave behind all hope.

Men today cannot claim their identity via culture because they are obliged to find other uninitiated males as their models or succumb to the empty values of a materialistic society. Again, before healing may begin, men must acknowledge the reality of what lies within. Among those confusing emotions is a deep grief for the loss of the personal father as companion, model and support, and a deep hunger for the fathers as a source of wisdom, solace and inspiration.

It's when it's all over that you'll miss him, said my aunt.

Weep no more, Comyn said. —Go on then, Talbot. —And the story, sir? —After, Stephen said. Go on, Talbot. A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text: —Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor...

No, sir. Jesus wept: and no wonder, by Christ!

Dead: an old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.

Every Bond is a Bond to Sorrow

The hour-long service confused John Jr. He fidgeted and asked, "Where's my daddy?" The sacred music, the religious incantations, and the somber setting proved too much for Jackie. She could no longer hold it in. She began to cry uncontrollably. Her sobbing body heaved and shook.