Quotes About Grief

The Baudelaires were sad to see a framed photograph of a kind-looking man with a handful of crackers in one hand and his lips pursed as if he were whistling. It was Ike, and the Baudelaires knew that she had placed his photograph there because she was too sad to look at it.

Es inútil que os describa lo mal que se sintieron Violet, Klaus y Sunny el tiempo que siguió. Si habéis perdido a alguien muy importante para vosotros, ya sabéis lo que se siente; y, si nunca habéis perdido nadie, no os lo podéis imaginar.

If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.

pero es una triste realidad de la vida que, cuando alguien ha perdido a un ser querido, a veces los amigos le esquivan, justo en el momento en que su presencia es mucho más necesaria.

My love: Our love breaks my heart. And stopped yours.

You and I, of course, would never do this to any of our grieving acquaintances, but it is a sad truth in life that when someone has lost a loved one, friends sometimes avoid the person, just when the presence of friends is most needed. - P. 34

You and I, of course, would never do this to any of our grieving acquaintances, but it is a sad truth in life that when someone has lost a loved one, friends sometimes avoid the person, just when the presence of friends is most needed.

Your parents," Mr. Poe said, "have perished in a terrible fire.

think we'll always miss our parents. But I think we can miss them without being miserable all the time. After all, they wouldn't want us to be miserable.

Excerpt from A Series of Unfortunate Events #3: The Wide Window

you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.

If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it. For

Kit e as crianças deixaram a sua tristeza juntar-se à tristeza do mundo, e choraram por todas as pessoas que estavam perdidas para eles

There is no sadness to compare with the grief of the young.

Crying is really great. Everything is always better afterwards, except when your best friend has died. Then you just cry some more.

I have known people, after murders, to go whole days without eating.

Three days afterwards the little princess was buried, and Prince Andrey went to the steps of the tomb to take his last farewell of her. Even in the coffin the face was the same, though the eyes were closed. "Ah, what have you done to me?" it still seemed to say.

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

the very fact of the death of someone close to them aroused in all who heard about it, as always, a feeling of delight that he had died and they hadn't.

But that had been grief--this was joy. Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime. And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.

What she did not know, and would never have believed, was that though her soul seemed to have been grown over with an impenetrable layer of mould, some delicate blades of grass, young and tender, were already pushing their way upwards, destined to take root and send out living shoots so effectively that her all-consuming grief would soon be lost and forgotten. The wound was healing from inside.

The latest victim was the youngest yet:

Why do we begin to forget, then sometimes remember with such clarity people we've lost?

And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life. / Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, / And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more. / Never, never, never. Pray you, undo / This button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O!