Quotes About Grief

My chest hurts, looking at him. I feel like I can't breathe. Though he is in front of me, the pain of losing him hasn't faded.

I was passed out cold while my family was murdered. It's hard to fall more lowly that that.

I feel like a child again, a helpless child in a house of death.

Er sang sie durch ihre abgrundtiefe Einsamkeit, denn Trauer konnte man nicht verdrängen, abtun oder bekämpfen. Trauer hörte nur auf, wenn man sie durchlitt.

Mom didn't move. Mom and Dad were dead. They were never going to move again.

There's always something left to lose

But when you were gone-truly gone beneath the waves-I hated myself as I never have before.

The tan carpet was stiff and black with stripes of dried blood, spattered like a Jackson Pollock canvas. The walls were streaked with it, handprints smearing the dingy beige surfaces. And the bodies. Dozens of bodies. People she'd seen every day since kindergarten, people whom she'd played tag with and cried over and kissed, were lying at odd angles, their bodies pale and cold, their eyes staring like rows of dolls in a shop window.

I can see when the light goes out of his eyes, like a torch thrown into the sea.

That's what my sister Taryn always says. She tells me that I remind her of her late husband.

The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.

She was beginning to think that the death of somebody you loved was like throwing rocks in a pond. Piles and piles of rocks: the ripples kept on spreading, disrupting the smooth surface of your life long after you'd lost track of where, exactly, the rocks went into the water.

By the ships there lies a dead man, unwept, unburied: Patroclus.

She [Helen] threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills.

Remembering this, he [Achilles] wept bitterly, lying now on his side, now on his back, now on his face.

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

Grief shared is half grief; Joy shared is double joy.

Those few hours had bleached her; she had lost a woman's last glow of autumn color. Her eyes were red and swollen, nothing of their beauty remained, nothing looked out of them save her bitter and exceeding grief; it was as if a gray cloud covered the place through which the sun had shone.

Los niños lloran la muerte, pero los hombres y mujeres nunca lloran: se sobre ponen a ella.

Mi padre no volverá a mirarme a la cara", pensó. "Apartará sus ojos de mí, incluso me estará dando muerte.

She had not realised that grief was so physical. Before Zach died, she thought grief happened in your head. She didn't know that your whole body ached with it, that it screwed up your digestive system, your menstrual cycle, your sleep patterns, your skin. You wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy.

I have no right to be sad about anything. No right to have therapy from expensive doctors like you for losing children who never existed. There is real grief in the world. There are real mothers losing real children.

As seductive as it might have been to erase the grief and pain of the last ten years, it was also a lie. Young Alice was a fool. A sweet, innocent fool. Young Alice hadn't experienced ten years of living.

The sky looks comfortingly mundane compared to the garish kaleidoscope of the stained glass. It makes Rose yearn to be reliving any one of a thousand ordinary days spent with her ordinary older sister, who has now done this extraordinary thing and died.