Quotes About Grief

What if Rochella were taken from you right now? Let's say she was killed or kidnapped or separated from you by a war. How would you feel about her then? You'd fight for her. You'd miss her. You'd remember the million perfect moments you've had together.

I'm going to say [to George W Bush], 'And you tell me, what the noble cause is that my son died for.' And if he even starts to say 'freedom and democracy,' I'm going to say, 'bullshit.' You tell me the truth. You ell me that my son died for oil. You tell me that my son died to make your friends rich. You tell me my son died so you can spread the cancer of Pax America, imperialism, in the Middle East (2005, Voices of a People's History of the US)

But it seems that in the end all that matters is finding a way to survive the grief and trusting in the goodness of life beyond the pain.

Le persone che amiamo possono esserci portate via in un battito di ciglia. All'improvviso. Senza nessun avvertimento.

She felt like a part of her body had been ripped off. The fact that everyone didn't stare seemed absolutely impossible. How could a loss that big be that invisible?

She wanted to stop time and hold on to all of the memories, because the greatest injustice was that those memories would fade into sepia tones. Her brain wouldn't remember what her heart had seen. Not perfectly. Not in full color. He was gone, and soon time would rob her of what little she had left.

Who do you call when your husband dies and you're twenty-four years old, alone in Afghanistan? Who do you call when the only voice you want to hear no longer exists?

Have you been to a wake before?' Mrs. Kinsella asks. - 'I don't think so.' - 'Well, I might as well tell you: there will be a dead man in a coffin and lots of people and some of them might have a little too much taken.' - 'What will they be taking?' - 'Drink,' she says

Try seeking out a trauma-informed yoga instructor or a yoga therapist near you to get help that is specific to grief. If you cannot find a certified trauma-informed or therapeutic yoga instructor in your area, any gentle yoga class will help you relax to work through your moments of intense grief.

began an online support page, SilentGrief.com

When silentgrief.com quickly grew to a readership in the thousands, I knew there needed to be extra support. So I formed an online Facebook support group: Silent Grief – Child Loss Support. Thousands of bereaved parents and grandparents from around the world now visit daily seeking and receiving help and support.

Yes, that was the unbearable thing: having to go on, after your life has been ripped apart, while you struggle to understand how in a split second the whole world has unbelievably changed.

It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her hands, dead at the bottom of sleep.

Perhaps in arriving at the foundation of his grief and loneliness, immediate death or immediate life were the only choices within reach. He chose to live. From his rock bottom loneliness emerged a new life and a real self was restored.

Agnès se tourne vers moi. Ses yeux sont vert émeraude. Vert ne s'accorde pas avec yeux mais avec émeraude et se met donc au singulier. Son regard ainsi parfaitement accordé m'oblige à baisser le mien. Lâche, tu es lâche, Frédéric. Oui, mais il y a entre nous un enfant mort. Au singulier. Définitivement.

December, 1919 Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt down against your knee. And tears gushed from my heart, mother, And passed beyond its wall, But though the fountain reached my throat The drops refused to fall. 'Tis ten years since you died, mother, Just ten dark years of pain, And oh, I only wish that I Could weep just once again.

Even when relationships become fractured, or someone dies, the connections you have to your family are never lost.

La muerte pide resignación, la ausencia no.

La extrañaba incluso más que a Ana, tal vez porque echar de menos a alguien vivo tiene más sentido que hacerlo con un muerto. La muerte pide resignación, la ausencia no.

This is the question that nags me. National mourning, as advocated by Black Lives Matter, is a mode of intervention and interruption that might itself be assimilated into the category of public annoyance. This is altogether possible; but also possible is the recognition that it's a lack of feeling for another that is our problem. Grief, then, for these deceased others might align some of us, for the first time, with the living.

Sevdi?i adamla evlenmeyi Zaza'ya yasaklad?lar. Genç k?z kederinden sarar?p soldu, t?pk? amans?z bir hastal??a yakalanm?? gibi öldü bu dert yüzünden. Menenjit dendi. Yirmi ya??nda a?ktan ölünebilece?ini saklaman?n bir yolu bu muydu yoksa?

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

Many lives have been lost for the past 52 weeks and people are still grieving. We may not be heard everywhere but we can spend 52 seconds to whisper a short prayer in the air for the lost souls.

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.