Quotes About Grief

Beyond his sisters, lit by the pale moonlight, Smolder's eyes were shining. He was nothing but happy to see his mother dead. But

back before both his father and Char had died from the weird sickness that swept the palace a few years ago.

Maybe the tiniest flash of me dancing on Wasp's grave?

Good-bye, my dearest love, her thoughts whispered. And then … blackness rushed up toward him, enfolding him in its wings, and he was gone.

At least Webs is dead,

The grief and anxiety did not die away, but of necessity they receded.

Frijda made a very similar point when he said, "Grief often does not emerge when one is notified of death or departure; such notification consists only of words. Grief strikes when one comes home to the empty house.

Death rephrases the life of everyone who's near.

They were all too young to die and always would be.

If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it's the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.

We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.

We never lose our loved ones. The accompany us; they don't disappear from our lives. We are merely in different rooms.

tormented souls have this incredible ability to recognize and approach one another, thus compounding their grief.

People might be angry, stressed, or grieving over a broken heart—and in the latter case, they might think they're depressed and in need of medicines and drugs—but they're not. They're just suffering from a broken heart, and there have been broken hearts ever since the world began, ever since man discovered that mysterious thing called Love.

But tormented souls have this incredible ability to recognize and approach one another, thus compounding their grief. Why hadn't I noticed this in him? Why did I see only the superficial way he talked about politics or the pedantic way he tasted the wine?

Just as he lived with them alive, he will live with them dead. Someday he will accept their death as part of his life. He will weep no more. He will carry them in his memory and his thoughts. His flesh and blood are part of them. So long as he is alive, they, too, will live in him. The big wave came, but it went away. The sun shines again, birds sing, and earth flowers.

Attachment," Buddha had said, "is the cause of grief.

Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don't really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It's just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.

Knowing pain is a very important ingredient of being there for another person. When you are feeling a lot of grief, you can look right into somebody's eyes because you feel you haven't got anything to lose—you're just there.

Hatred is the fury of those who do not share our goals, and its object is death and destruction. Anger is a grief of distortions between peers, and its object is change.

I do see that there is an argument against suicide: the grief of the worshipers left behind, the awful famine in their hearts, these are too costly terms for the release.

Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief

We make art out of our loss.

We need grief as a precursor to emotional refreshment, and so consume it vicariously in somewhat titrated but powerful enough form through engagement with the arts.