Quotes About Grief

Flowers for the dead. Say hello to the forest.

And since Ive lost you, Im lost too.

Today we grieve, tomorrow we fight.

No matter how much time goes by, missing someone never gets any better. You just learn to work around it.

Grief, I began to see, is gratitude turned inside out.

I wanted her and no one else to tell me the story of how she died.

Tears are not endless.

The air between us crackles, as it does when you speak of your beloved dead. But it's hard to know what to say next.

When I was visiting her a few years ago she hugged me and said, 'Tomorrow after you leave I will stand here at this window and remember that yesterday you were right here with me.' And now she's dead and I have that feeling all the time, no matter where I stand.

When my mother died, I sort of felt her inside me sometimes,' I say. 'Like I'd swallowed her.' He laughs. 'Swallowed her.' 'I still have moments when I feel that, when it feels like she's inside me, and there's no difference between us or that the difference doesn't matter.

I can tell he lost someone close somehow. You can feel that in people, an openness, or maybe it's an opening that you're talking into. With other people, people who haven't been through something like that, you feel the solid wall.

He listens. He breathes into the phone. I can tell he lost someone close somehow. You can feel that in people, an openness, or maybe it's an opening that you're talking into. With other people, people who haven't been through something like that, you feel the solid wall. Your words go scattershot off of it.

It's strange, to not be the youngest kind of adult anymore. I'm thirty-one now, and my mother is dead. (4)

I can tell he lost someone close somehow. You can feel that in people, an openness, or maybe it's an opening that you're talking into. With other people, people who haven't been through something like that, you feel the solid wall. Your words go scattershot off of it.

Even still, it took a long time to feel much of anything again.

It's strange, to not be the youngest kind of adult anymore. I'm thirty-one now, and my mother is dead.

Tragedy is based on this sense that there's been a terrible mistake,isn't it?

I'm sorry, Ali, but I'm not ready to make such a big decision." Laura McCloud sat at the kitchen table across from her sister the morning after their mother's funeral sipping coffee and nibbling a piece of dry toast. Her Boston home had overflowed with visitors the evening before, but she and Ali were alone now. The house was almost back in order. Leftovers filled the refrigerator shelves--not that she had much of an appetite.

crying by this time, but so was I, and I wasn't ashamed. Grief had a way of sneaking up on a person. It lay in wait and pounced when your back was turned. Or it clung with sticky fingers twenty-four/seven, giving no reprieve.

I was so sad from losing two of my dogs and my mother. I had this vision of all these animals sitting behind bars. They had no control and were scared. That's why I got into fostering and adopting animals out.

Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion

Crimes like this baffle the mind. They break your heart. They'll tear you up inside if you let them.

Surely, grief chokes courage, blinds knowledge, and clouds the senses. There is no greater enemy than grief.

He just carried on being dead