Quotes About Grief

This is a reactionary rage, often fueled by a sense of deprivation and a belief the world owes something to the daughter who lost her mother too young. But underneath it is usually a deep anger toward the mother herself.

Every cause is painful, and every loss leaves us wondering how we could have acted otherwise to prevent the death. But because different causes of death provoke sufficiently different responses—anger toward suicide victims; blame for homicide, terrorism, and war; helplessness and fear with natural disasters; and hopelessness with terminal disease—the specific way a mother dies or leaves influences how her daughter will respond. Long-term

how much of my life my mother's death would affect. And with the certainty of thirty-three years, I would tell her: everything. It affects everything. When a mother dies, a daughter grieves. And then her life moves on. She does, thankfully, feel happiness again. But the missing her, the wanting her, the wishing she were still here—I will not lie to you, although you probably already know. That part never ends.

The mother who abandons her daughter leaves a pile of questions behind: Who was she? Where is she? Why did she leave? Like the child whose mother dies, the abandoned daughter lives with a loss, but she also struggles with the knowledge that her mother is alive yet inaccessible and out of touch. Death has a finality that abandonment simply does not.

Whether she actually would have flown in to act as baby nurse or mailed me cotton balls and calamine lotion if she were alive isn't really the issue. It's the fact that I can't ask her for these things that makes me miss her all over again.

We've been lucky," he said, rising from his chair with his palm pressed against his forehead as he heard the ambulance attendants on the front path outside. "We had her four months longer than she was expected to live." Lucky? I thought, as I stood behind an emergency room curtain an hour later, holding my mother's hand and trying to press ice chips between her cracked and bloodstained lips. Could someone identify the lucky people here?

The mother who abandoned her child or took her own life leaves a daughter with the most direct access route to anger--she left me--but even the mother who falls ill and dies can be an object of blame.

It's hard to understand how we can harbor negative feelings toward someone we love when the two appear to sit at such competing ends of the spectrum. But negative emotion does, which is why even daughters of abusive mothers need to mourn the loss.

We buried the little chipmunk in Greta's backyard and marked the place with a stone. I said a prayer over its grave. I don't know if there is a chipmunk heaven, or for that matter, even an animal heaven, but I sure hope there is. Better still, I'd like all animals to go to our heaven. It would make the place a lot more interesting than I usually picture it.

Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true

would have died there. Right there. And she didn't say anything. She didn't even cry at first. She just handed the letter to Pop, and he read it, and then he put his head down on the table and began to cry.

How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?

Just when you've overcome the grief, you realise you are left with the loneliness.

Closure is cowardice. When you lose someone you love, the memory of them maintains a tenacious adhesiveness to the heart

All thoughts of revenge are born of the pain of helplessness. 'I suffer' becomes 'You will suffer'. And let us not lie: Vengeance is invigorating. It focuses and enlivens us, and it quashes grief because it turns the emotion outward. In grief we go to pieces. In revenge we come together as a single pointed weapon aimed at a target. However destructive in the long run, it serves a useful purpose for a time.

I don't know how one can endure all the sorrows of life without repairing to gratitude. There is such inevitable grief that the practice of gratitude is all that can provide the necessary armor.

I never expected there to be so much death in my life.' I. C. Williams.

With plenty of practice, we have learnt how to make a ritual of grief, even for those we have never met and know little about.

Scotsman's way of dealing with death. He'd found

There was a ring at the door. He did not answer. They would go away, and he would be alone again with his grief, his impotent anger, and his undusted possessions.

There is no medicine to be found for a life which has fled.

So it's one blow after the next, three of our band members gone. Three young dudes—all unexpected, all in a short period of time.

In the space of a couple weeks in '96, two of my partners, two of the most loyal dudes, Vic and Bruce, are both suddenly gone.

Only two weeks after my brother died, I find