Quotes About Grief

Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking.

So the beginning of this was a woman and she had come back from burying the dead. Not the dead of sick and ailing with friends at the pillow and the feet. She had come back from the sodden and the bloated; the sudden dead, their eyes flung wide open in judgment.

She went on in her overalls. She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.

Those who love us never leave us alone with our grief.

Those who love us never leave us alone with our grief. At the moment they show us our wound, they reveal they have the medicine. Barracoon: The Story of the Last "Black Cargo" is a perfect example of this.

She sent her face to Joe's funeral, and herself went rollicking with the springtime across the world.

The brother in black puts a laugh in every vacant place in his mind. His laugh has a hundred meanings. It may mean amusement, anger, grief, bewilderment, chagrin, curiosity, simple pleasure, or any other of the known or undefined emotions.

But I still always felt the absence of a mother.

People will pass and I'll connect with them and they actually won't be actively involved in their family's lives.

I just didn't want to admit that he was dead.

I still miss my parents every day; I adored them. And when you have no children, friends are even more important to you.

My father is gone, and I miss him as only an adoring daughter can.

I lost a lot of homeboys growing up, a lot of family, at early ages.

If you love a character that gets killed, it's agony.

When I was at Swansea, I lost Alan Davies, who was only 30.

It is not hope, but despair, which gives the measure of our ambitions. The finest poems of hope are sung in secret, but grief appears without a veil.

The poor man's heart was big with affections seeking an object; he had never been loved but by a poodle that had died some time since, of which he would talk to me, asking whether I thought the Church would allow masses to be said for the repose of its soul. His dog, said he, had been a good Christian, who for twelve years had accompanied him to church, never barking, listening to the organ without opening his mouth,

Some human beings obtain through love the power of transferring their self — their I — to the being of another; and when death takes that other, no life of their own is possible for them.

he began to weep on his own account. Observing this grief, the abbe dried his pupil's tears, bidding him observe that the good woman took her snuff most offensively, and was becoming so ugly and deaf and tedious that he ought to return thanks for her death.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

She rolled over, giving a cry that froze my heart; and I saw her dying, still looking at me without anger.

don't come to comfort you; I only bring you my heart to beat in sympathy with yours, and help you to bear with life. I come to bid you weep, for only with tears can you purchase the joy of meeting him again.

Count not thyself to have found true peace, if thou hast felt no grief nor that then all is well if thou hast no adversary nor that this is perfect, if all things fall out according to thy desire.

Experiencing that intense emotion is what helps us, ultimately, accept that our mothers are gone.