Quotes About Grief

In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear.

The jewels of sorrow last forever

He Is Not Dead I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. He is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn For an old-time step, and the glad return, Think of him faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here. Think of him still as the same. I say, He is not dead—he is just away.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she worked alone on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor of every speck of dirt like a woman possessed. Why was I spared? So that I might experience more heartache, even the loss of my son? That if my grief was not enough, more should be added?

Die Mysterien, sagte Cheremon, haben alle miteinander noch eine Zeremonie gemeinsam: Ein Gott stirbt, wird begraben, wird mehrere Tage lang beweint; dann erfährt der Gott seine Auferstehung, und jedermann ist glücklich. Manche sagen, dies sei ein Sinnbild für Unter- und Aufgang der Sonne, aber im allgemeinen meint man damit die in die Erde gesenkten Getreidekörner.

Like a thin place, a blessing can help us perceive how heaven infuses earth, inextricable from daily life, even when that life is marked by pain. In the midst of grief, when our loss can make the boundary between worlds feel horribly solid, insurmountable, and permanent, this comes as a particular grace.

Eleanor went to her room where she was free to think and be wretched.

A young woman in love always looks like Patience on a monument Smiling at Grief.

They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.

Mine is a misery which nothing can do away.

the Musgroves had had the ill fortune of a very troublesome, hopeless son, and the good fortune to lose him before he reached his twentieth year.

Not even Fanny had tears for aunt Norris, not even when she was gone for ever.

The evils arising from the loss of her uncle were neither trifling nor likely to lessen; and when thought had been freely indulged, in contrasting the past and the present, the employment of mind and dissipation of unpleasant ideas which only reading could produce made her thankfully turn to a book.

Before the house-maid had lit the fire the next day, or the sun gained any power over the cold, gloomy morning in January, Marianne, only half dressed, was kneeling against one of the window-seats for the sake of all the little light she could command from it, and writing as fast as a continual flow of tears would permit her.

Only think of Mrs. Holder's being dead! Poor woman, she has done the only thing in the world she could possibly do to make one cease to abuse her.

if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.

Elinor, aunque sabía que tal aflicción, por terrible que fuera de contemplar, debía seguir su curso, se mantuvo atenta a su lado hasta que estos excesos de dolor de alguna manera se habían agotado.

As these considerations occurred to her in painful succession, she wept for him, more than for herself.

Her tears fell abundantly—but her grief was so truly artless, that no dignity could have made it more respectable in Emma's eyes—and she listened to her and tried to console her with all her heart and understanding—really for the time convinced that Harriet was the superior creature of the two—and that to resemble her would be more for her own welfare and happiness than all that genius or intelligence could do.

It's been a difficult few months," I admitted. "You don't really get over it. It is such a great loss," Jane said. "I guess the depth of our grief is a reminder of the depth of our love.

I guess the depth of our grief is a reminder of the depth of our love.

You don't really get over it. It is such a great loss," Jane said. "I guess the depth of our grief is a reminder of the depth of our love.

guess the depth of our grief is a reminder of the depth of our love.

facing our grief is essential to combatting and overcoming our despair and powerlessness. The elders taught her that grief is not something to avoid or to be afraid of. And that if we come together and share our sadness, it can be healing." "I absolutely agree," Jane said. "It's really important for us to confront our grief and get over our feelings of helplessness and hopelessness—our very survival