Quotes About Grief

Die Toten können deine Liebe nicht erwidern.

He said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift.

And rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief

Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

He took of his hat and placed it on the tarmac before him and he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while the right and godmade sun did rise, once again, for all and without distinction.

Entonces despertó y se quedó contemplando las estrellas a través del zarzal de ramas de los árboles e intentó dilucidar qué sitio podía ser aquel donde se encontraba Boyd, pero Boyd estaba muerto y hecho una piltrafa envuelto en el petate aguas arriba entre los árboles, y Billy bajó la cara y se echó a llorar.

He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out, very slowly.

Killing is easy, said Mo, Dying is harder...

She shed no tears. She just sat there, as if someone had cut out her heart.

I woke up and knew he was gone. Straightaway I knew he was gone. When you love somebody you know these things. David Almond, Skellig

Death has white hounds.

How could it be true that [he] was dead, and how would it feel to have him dead in her heart forever?

No. Nothing could make it easier. You lost what you loved. That was death, here as well as there.

He still looked so sad. Not a sign of the laughter that once used to be as much a part of his face as his black eyes. The smile he gave her now was only a sad shadow of it.

It sounded as if his mother were breaking into small pieces, such tiny pieces that no one would ever be able to put her together again. But he wanted to keep her!

Then she was gone, and Violante was already missing her as the door closed. 'So?' she thought. 'Is there any feeling you understand better? Losing people and missing them -- that's what your life consists of.

Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out, very slowly.

Losing people and missing them — that's what your life consists of.

Ofelia could still hear Mercedes crying while the blood of the dying girl in her arms was dripping down into the well. She recognized the lullaby Mercedes hummed. And then... Ofelia smiled - oh, so faintly - and then could hear no more. And Mercedes bent over the dead girl and sobbed until the dark hard was wet with her tears.

Ofelia could still hear Mercedes crying while the blood of the dying girl in her arms was dripping down into the well. She recognized the lullaby Mercedes hummed. And then... Ofelia smiled - oh, so faintly - and then could hear no more. And Mercedes bent over the dead girl and sobbed until the dark hair was wet with her tears.

Sometimes, Jake, disappeared is worse than dead. With dead, at least there's an end.

Slowly, Gobber stood up. Carefully, he removed his helmet from his head, and placed it very gently on the chest of the dead Goliath.

Both the lyrics and melody were straightforward, and though I wasn't knowledgeable about what was going on with his guitar, the other instruments, or the backup vocals, the song was pleasurable to listen to at the same time that it was devastatingly sad. Was Noah Brewster himself sad? With that hair and those big white teeth?

To mourn is to touch directly the substance of divine compassion.