Quotes About Grief

She's as dead as she'll every be, ain't she? Well, ain't she?

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

HE ALWAYS KNEW THE LAYERED GRIEF OF THE WORDL AS ITS PLEASURES.

To be left with only the trace of a memory is to gaze at an armchair that's still molded to the form of a love who has left never to return: It is to grieve, dear reader, it is to weep.

la muerte no es el final de todo, eso seguro. Pero, tal y como está escrito en todos los libros, es algo que produce un dolor increíble.

Kederden ölüyormuÅŸ gibi yaparak yürüdüm karanl??a kederden ölerek.

At times like this what matters is not our words but our demeanor, not the magnitude or elegance of our grief but the degree to which we can express fellowship with those around us. I sometimes think that our love of cigarettes owes nothing to the nicotine, and everything to their ability to fill the meaningless void and offer an easy way of feeling as if we are doing something purposeful.

T?pk? sevdiÄŸi k?z?n ölümünden sonra hayat?n baÅŸkalar? için bütün s?radanl??? ile sürüp gitmesini bir türlü kald?ramayan kiÅŸi gibi bir öfke duydu bu insanlara.

They've been taping your phone conversations for four years." He lay down again, weeping silently. "I want to die," he said.

Ölümün kaç?n?lmaz olduÄŸunu anlay?nca aÄŸlamaya baÅŸlad?m.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.

O my son Absalom,' Bean said softly, knowing for the first time the kind of anguish that could tear such words from a man's mouth. 'my son, my son Absalom. Would God I could die for thee, O Absalom, my son. My sons!

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.

The world is full of grief - to the exact degree we allow ourselves to love other people. (Mazer Rackham)

The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.

You treated me the way you like to be treated when you grieve, and now I'm treating you the way I like to be treated. We prescribe our own medicine for each other.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

They loved Ender too, and knew him too; but in their grief, they leaned upon each other, a family that had strength to share because Ender had been part of them and healed them, or at least opened up the door of healing.

It's better to lose someone you love...than to have no one to lose.

You treated me the way you like to be treated when you grieve, and now I'm treating you the way I like to be treated. We prescribe our own medicine for each other.

Still, she said nothing, because his words came from God, and hers from grief. To him, it was as if what the Lord had promised were already fulfilled; he thought of himself as a man with many children, and it didn't occur to him that she did not live in that world.

Thus a man hates the house they lived in together, because either he does not change it, so that it is as dead as his wife, or because he does change it, so that it is no longer half of their making.

And so she wrote, and wept; and when the weeping was done, the writing went on. When the hair that he had left behind was sealed in a small box and buried in the grass near Human's root, she would stand and speak. Her voice would raise him from the dead, make him live again in memory. And she would also be merciful; and she would also be just. That much, at least, she had learned from him.