Quotes About Grief

It's okay to cry. Giving in to the tears is terrifying, like freefalling to earth without a parachute. But it's vital to our wellbeing as we process the deep anguish.

Just as it is impossible to explain childbirth to a woman who has never given birth, it is impossible to explain child loss to a person who has never lost a child.

Maybe there is no one way to deal with grief, but knowing that we're not totally alone is the best we can do.

The response of a loyal man against the most severe grief from their love once, is always a silence, a silence forever." T.R.Fraz

If only those left behind on the earth could experience the heightened excitement the newly arrived soul is experiencing, their grief wouldn't be so strong.

After the death of a parent, children will typically start to worry about your safety as their mother, so they will need extra reassurance from you.

Who elected Larry King America's grief counselor? We, the viewing public, did, by driving up his ratings whenever somebody famous passes.

Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

A scene took shape in my mind of myself weeping over Thomas's blood-soaked, outstretched form, a ridiculous scene in which I urged, "Git up, Person, git up!" Actually, I could not recall the last time I had shed tears. It was something that I had stopped doing many years ago.

Their shared loss went unsaid, but never unremembered. Sendai,

With my mother's death," Lewis wrote, "all settled happiness, all that was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures, many stabs of Joy; but no more of the old security.

A loved one from us has gone, A voice we love is stilled. A place is vacant in our home, Which never will be filled. Estelle Woodhouse, 1898-1987

at his mother's grave and his father's urn.

O z?a Persefono, Mog?a?e? tak wielu ?zam da? up?yna? p?ono?

O cattiva Proserpina, come puoi tollerare che invano sian versate tante lacrime amare?...

I see the life draining out of her and something else taking its place, but I don't know what. Maybe that's the problem. Maybe nothing is taking its place.

I still can't believe she's gone," Maryse Robicheaux murmured as she stared down at the woman in the coffin. Of course, the pink suit was a dead giveaway—so to speak—that the wearer was no longer with them. For the miserable two years and thirty-two days she'd had to deal with her mother-in-law, Maryse had never once seen her wear a color other than black. Now she sorta resembled the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man dressed in Pepto-Bismol.

Not that having multiple children diminished the loss of another, but when there was only one and they were lost, there was nothing left at all.

James Digweed left Hampshire today. I think he must be in love with you, from his anxiety to have you go to the Faversham Balls & likewise from his supposing that the two Elms fell from their grief at your absence. Was it not a galant idea? It never occurred to me before, but I dare say it was so.

We met a gentleman in a buggy, who, on minute examination, turned out to be Dr. Hall—and Dr. Hall in such very deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.

We met Dr. Hall in such deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.

There was something about other people's grief that was so exposing, so personal, that she felt she shouldn't be looking.

you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.

I have given up on speech with the Rev; there is no use explaining that you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help. My trust, even down in that dark place I carry, is that some person will come running. And then finally the way through grief is grieving.