Quotes About Grief

Death is not goodbye.

Talking about your feeling with someone who is willing to listen can be enormously consoling, especially if that person has experienced a death similar to the one you are grieving.

To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a set of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

I was brought up by very witty people who were dealing with quite difficult things: disease and death... I was brought up by people who tended to giggle at funerals.

James Dean's death had a profound effect on me. The instant I heard about it, I vomited. I don't know why.

But she wasn't around, and that's the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.

After a person dies, there is always something like a feeling of stupefaction, so difficult is it to comprehend this unexpected advent of nothingness and to resign oneself to believing it.

Death is not a reaper, like they say, nor even a friend. It is a dark, fierce water, an inundation.

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

Andrew Wood's death changed things for a few weeks. I probably got even heavier into drugs after that.

Is there a mechanism of death, that so mutilates existence no one, gets over it not even the dead?

The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death with was Augustus Waters.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

The angel of death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings.

Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side?

What came for them? Not death. Just the end of living.

Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.

The problem with death is absence