Quotes About Grief

Grief doesn't feel as if a rug has been pulled out from under her. There is no rug. There is no floor on which to lay a rug. There is no ground on which to build a floor to lay a rug.

Grief made you selfish; engulfed as you were in your own pain, it was hard to remember the others were suffering too.

Ellie wiped her eyes with the back of her hand; sometimes she didn't realize she'd been crying until the tears slid off her chin and dripped down her neck.

The pain of losing people you love is the price of the ticket for getting to know them at all.

Apparently some things, like Cheetos finger stains and the searing pain of grief, couldn't be fixed.

Granted, he'd been royally messed up at that time. Years ago, Jason had died of a rare and misdiagnosed heart condition. His family had fallen apart, and James had . . . lost himself. So much so that he'd asked Hannah to walk away from her life and go explore the planet with him. She'd declined and ghosted him.

Regardless of the cause of depression, one factor remains constant: depression always centers on death and pain.

Monsters are born of pain, and grief, and loss, and anger. Your heart is full of them.- -And? And it makes you vulnerable.

You killed my dog! Get your affairs in order.

The dead don't need justice. That's for those of us who are left looking down at the remains.

I knew what it was like to have holes in my life in the shape of people who should have been there.

He died in his sleep one night. An aneurysm, the doctors said. I found him, cold, smiling. Maybe he'd been dreaming of Mother when he went. And as I looked at him, I suddenly felt, for the very first time in my life, utterly, entirely alone. That something was gone that would never return, that a little hole had been hollowed out inside of me that wasn't ever going to be filled again.

Graves aren't for the dead. They're for the loved ones the dead leave behind them. Once those loved ones have gone, once all the lives that have touched the occupant of any given grave had ended, then the grave's purpose was fulfilled and ended.

I know what it's like to lose it.

And as I looked at him, I suddenly felt, for the very first time in my life, utterly, entirely alone. That something was gone that would never return, that a little hole had been hollowed out inside of me that wasn't ever going to be filled again.

It's a shadelight. Some of my men put one up whenever I lose a member of the crew. To light his shade's way back to his bunk, so he can rest.

And for a time, there was nothing else to be done. I wept. And the city burned.

Monsters are born of pain and grief and loss and anger. Your heart is full of them.

I wept. And the city burned.

And as I looked at him, I suddenly felt, for the very first time in my life, utterly, entirely alone. That something was gone that would never return, that a little hole had been hollowed out inside of me that wasn't ever going to be filled again.

Have you ever felt despair, absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost forever and that it wasn't coming back?

Oh, good grief. The Mickey Mouse Club of werewolves wanted to throw in on my side.

The harder he ran, the more distance he temporarily placed between himself and his grief.

I suppose poor Adams never recovered from the suicide of his wife, though it is arguable whether anyone ever truly recovers from anything.