Quotes About Grief

Antoinette felt a pain in her chest that seemed to be a lump made of all the tears she had cried over the years. Where do they come from, she wondered. Is there a sac made of a thin membrane that our grief enters and becomes water, then, once filled, it finally bursts, releasing an unstoppable torrent?

Others specializing in the field of grief recovery state that the most difficult time following the death of a loved one is usually between seven and nine months afterward.

Weeping for the dead's a waste of breath - they're lucky, they can't die again.

What humanizes the speaker's rage, what keeps the poem a poem, is the grief which colors it—we understand that the speaker's immoderation and anger come from deep personal injury. We recognize that the rage comes out of an experience of empathy, and that forcefield between love and denunciation moves us as much as Lear's rage on the mountainside. It amounts to the difference between poetic terrorism and poetic tragedy.

Loss is loss, and nothing is gained by calling it by a nicer name.

HARPER: I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die. But there's still the rest of you.

I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die

Human Remains Pouch. We don't call them body bags and they are not black, like the movies. This one was white with a long black zip.

He couldn't fight this sadness which came in the middle of the night, this sadness which made you feel that nothing could ever be any good again.

And it felt like every time I turned around, somebody was either dying or walking out.

child to lose her mother and brother, as you

day. You lost your man and

You know, I've buried so many of my friends, I got callouses on my hands from carrying caskets. Folks my age, or who would be my age. It's tough, sometimes, just not to find people you can sit with, talk to.

My mom passed away a day before high school started, and her dream was for me to be a full rock and roll guy, and play drums in a band.

My mom died when I was 16. I had a rough childhood, you know what I mean, but it made me strong.

The young woman stood on the deck of the log cabin, looking into the tear-filled eyes of the man she loved. The normal mixture of mischievous charm and boyish confidence was gone. In its place lay emptiness and defeat. All because of her.

La muerte era eso: no ver más a alguien. O no haber visto nunca a alguien.

And Jaina hears him whispering to her in her dreams, telling her that no one you love ever really has to die--if you don't want them to...All you have to do is hold a place for them in your heart.

Akkarin: I watched the first woman I loved die. I dont think I can survive losing the second. Sonea: I love you too.

We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.

They carry their past in them as though safekeeping it for someone else. Very often they look at me and say, poor thing. They say I have lost a mother and am alone in the world. They feel compassion for me, for a loss that comes to all; they disregard their own extraordinary suffering.

STOP SMILING ALREADY THE WORLD IS HORRIBLE GO AWAY.

EVERYTHING HURTS AND I HATE THE WORLD.

It was Icicle. The memory faded, but the destroyed feeling hung heavily in Moon's chest. "She killed Crane," Sora sobbed into Umber's shoulder. "I saw her. I saw her. She's the one who killed our sister.