Quotes About Grief

Maybe her father would not have been so stressed that he had a heart attack and died. Kit was so smart, her grades so good—she would have gone to university. She'd have had her self-esteem. Her life would have been different. The cops would have charged Jon and the others. But I didn't speak.

This time he heard his sister clearly sniffling and blowing her nose. It sliced him. Lou, his capable, businesslike older sister, was crying.

I . . . For Pete's sake," snaps Tom. "How can you all just stand here asking me these questions when she's lying down there? Being pecked at, eaten, by crows, scavengers!

A human can take only so much depravity and senseless loss of life.

Who knew grief could be so goddamned physical, a dark and sly trickster that blindsided you when you weren't even thinking about loss,

should experience grief?" She stormed off and slapped through

La bambina di due cittadini Canadesi Miriam e Joseph Pallorino è morta Mercoledì in un incidente stradale nella Toscana. La bambina, Angela Pallorino, aveva quattro anni . . .

Who knew grief could be so goddamned physical, a dark and sly trickster that blindsided you when you weren't even thinking about loss, and suddenly you couldn't get it out of your mind again.

The horrors of war pale beside the loss of a mother." -Anna

Losing somebody you love is such a profoundly lonely experience, something only you endure in your own particular way.

Many people don't know that Elisabeth Kübler-Ross's familiar stages of grieving—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance—were conceived in the context of terminally ill patients learning to accept their own deaths. It wasn't until decades later that the model came to be used for the grieving process more generally.

She hadn't expected to experience this pleasure in her grief, to find it invigorating, in a way. But even as she's dying, she's realized, life goes on—even as the cancer invades her body, she still checks Twitter. At first she thought, Why would I waste even ten minutes of the time I have left checking Twitter? And then she thought, Why wouldn't I? I like Twitter!

the goal is to integrate the loss into your life and create an ongoing connection with the person who died while also finding a way to continue living.

at a life stage when everyone else is moving forward; the thirties are a decade of building the foundation of the future. He's out of sync with his peers, and in his own way, in his own grief, he probably feels completely alone.

The grief psychologist William Worden takes into account these questions by replacing stages with tasks of mourning. In his fourth task, the goal is to integrate the loss into your life and create an ongoing connection with the person who died while also finding a way to continue living.

The price of loving so deeply is feeling so deeply—but it's also a gift, the gift of being alive. If we no longer feel, we should be grieving our own deaths.

I've sat with patients who describe their grief as "monstrous" and "unbearable"; one patient, quoting something she heard, said it made her feel "alternately numb and in excruciating pain.

No matter how open we as a society are about formerly private matters, the stigma around our emotional struggles remains formidable. We'll talk with almost anyone about our physical health (can anyone imagine spouses hiding their reflux medication from each other?), even our sex lives, but bring up anxiety or depression or an intractable sense of grief, and the expression on the face looking back at you will probably read, Get me out of this conversation, pronto.

This was grief: You laugh. You cry. Repeat.

It's much harder to find the strength to live your life when those you love are gone." He

To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.

I suppose no one is truly dead when we go on loving them.

She believes that her daughter was in agony and that she chose not to suffer; she needs to believe that through her death Kim now lives on a higher plane. Why else are flowers so beautiful? she says to me. why is the sky such a perfect shade of blue? There has to be more than the here and now.

I did not very often consider the reasons my father died. I didn't believe his life was taken to instill some larger meaning in my character, or make me a better person. I preferred to believe that a person might be taken for no reason other than the random winds of chance, the same forces that could create a brilliant sky after a terrible storm.