Quotes About Grief

the Weeping Willow love slayer

Kehoe was eighteen when his mother, Mary, died from a long, progressive illness, described in contemporary reports as a "disease of the nervous system." Her obituary eulogized her as a "charitable and sympathetic neighbor as well as a generous and cheerful giver

Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chairs, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor - just such tears, sir, as you dropped into the coffin where lay your first-born son; such tears, woman, as you shed when you heard the cries of your dying babe; for, sir, he was a man, and you are but another man; and, woman, though dressed in silk and jewels, you are but a woman, and, in life's great straits and mighty griefs, ye feel but one sorrow!

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.

in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

Even so, beloved Eva! fair star of thy dwelling! Thou art passing away; but they that love thee dearest know it not.

Adiós, querida niña! Las brillantes puertas eternas se han cerrado a tus espaldas; no veremos más tu dulce rostro. ¡Ay de los que hemos visto tu entrada en el cielo, cuando despertemos para encontramos a solas con las nubes grises de la vida cotidiana, pues tú te has marchado para siempre!».

Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

I used to think, if there was anything in the world he did love, it was our dear little Eva; but he seems to be forgetting her very easily. I cannot ever get him to talk about her. I really did think he would show more feeling!" "Still waters run deepest, they used to tell me," said Miss Ophelia, oracularly.

The woman did not sob nor weep. She had gone to a place where tears are dry; but every one around her was, in some way characteristic of themselves, showing signs of hearty sympathy.

Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

windows, shouting, 'There's a huge dead

I just whispered mother dear where is Mary she's not here All the world seemed dark and sadness came to me She just pointed to the spot in that little church yard lot Where my sweetheart sleeps in sunny Tennessee

When they told me yesterday what had happened [the death of F. D. Roosevelt], I felt like the moon, the stars and all the planets had fallen on me.

He wasn't sure if his parents would be proud that their child had served his country or not.  There had always been something unnatural about parents burying their children.

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

He knew with absolutely certainty why his chest felt so heavy and his stomach ached. Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

When the High King was killed - first poisoned, several times, then shot with pistols, then his head cut off, then burned in the great palace fire ... no one really liked to talk about it ...

Once again, Azalea stood in the midst of girls, the familiar chin wobbles and wet cheeks overcoming them. Jessamine curled up on the floor, her lacy pantelettes poking up in black ruffles, and began to wail in a tiny crystalline voice. "I have a watch." Azalea started, remembering Lord Bradford.

Those who have lost loved ones to situations from which their bodies could not be recovered often suffer from prolonged periods of grief. When we view our dead, sit with them, and talk with them, we set a foundation upon which our grief, our neural recalibration, can be moored.

he had simply said that he knew how she would miss her gran, and that losing someone hurt, no matter how old they'd been, even if knowing they'd had a long life and lived it well eventually helped with the healing process.

My dad passed away before my freshman year, and it altered how I thought. I was depressed - I didn't hang out with my friends. I worked through it by dancing.