Quotes About Grief

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

Toward the person who has died we adopt a special attitude: something like admiration for someone who has accomplished a very difficult task.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

Death has an energy. It is thick as sludge, heavy as iron, and pulls you down into yourself like an imploding building.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

That's the unfortunate thing about death. It's so terribly final.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

Suicide leaves everyone feeling guilty.

Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

It was very hard for all of us. It's still very hard. The anniversary of his death just passed, and every single one of his friends, still, after all these years... it's unbelievable.

Death is never polite, even when we expect it.

You don't know what is going to come to you in this world; you have to go on living and worrying. Those who die are pitying us; they are blessing us. Why should you grieve for them?

We spend our years with sighing; it is a valleyof tears; but death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

Terrorist activity is continually recurring in various parts of the world, sowing death and destruction and plunging many of our brothers and sisters into grief and despair

Since every death diminishes us a little, we grieve - not so much for the death as for ourselves.

When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the event: Humor diverts our attention and lifts our sagging spirits.

O wretched state! o bosom black as death!

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

Suicide is what the death certificate says when one dies of depression.

You never really feel somebody's suffering. You only feel their death.