Quotes About Grief

Because I love Henry. Henry's dead. I can't help it. I still love him.

we spent a sad afternoon burying her in the back garden of Francis's house, where one of Francis's aunts had an elaborate cat cemetery, complete with headstones

But now, at news of his death, people was strangely frantic. Everyone suddenly had know him. Everyone was deranged with grief. Everyone was just gonna have to trying to get on as well as they could whiteout him. He would have wanted it that way That was a phrase i heard many times that week on the lips of people who had absolutely no idea what Bunny wanted.

We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such a loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it nevertheless remains something else. (Freud, 1961, p. 386)

The reality hits hard when one wants to pick up the phone to share some experience only to remember that the loved one is not at the other end.

Sorry to hear about your Dad." He shrugged. "He was seventy, and we always told him fast food would kill him." "Heart attack?" "He was hit by a Pizza Express truck.

You know, you remind me of my younger brother. I miss that kid, so much that I sometimes regret killing him.

The greater are our affections the deeper are our afflictions, and the more we love the more we have to weep.

El dolor del duelo no es el dolor de perder, sino dolor de reencontrar lo que se perdió sabiéndolo uno irremediablemente perdido".

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. -Author Unknown

While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil. -John Taylor

I wish it were so simple. But grieving souls do not heal easily.

I was grieving the way the earth seems to grieve for spring in the dead of winter, but I wasn't afraid, because nothing, I told myself, can take our halcyon days away.

Three months later, I was playing the role of grieving widow. Lyle had been caught in flagrante with his paramour when they were incinerated in their love nest. I earned bushels of sympathy from friends and acquaintances, who, after a suitable time, hinted that I must have known something was up; everyone else did. I played the shocked and unsuspecting wife role to a level I thought deserved a Tony or even an Oscar.

Michiko Nogami (1946—1982)" Is she more apparent because she is not anymore forever? Is her whiteness more white because she was the color of pale honey? A smokestack making the sky more visible. A dead woman filling the whole world. Michiko said, "The roses you gave me kept me awake with the sound of their petals falling.

I came back from the funeral and crawled around the apartment, crying hard, searching for my wife's hair. For two months got them from the drain, from the vacuum cleaner, under the refrigerator, and off the clothes in the closet. But after other Japanese women came, there was no way to be sure which were hers, and I stopped. A year later, repotting Michiko's avocado, I find a long black hair tangled in the dirt.

The dead are home before us, daddy, she said. But we have work to do.

But the children are not fine. They will never be.

We grieve for our past traumas and present fears, for all of the feelings we never dared experience consciously.

but loss is the one constant we all have to deal with. It's the price of living. We lose parents, friends, relatives. We lose the place we grew up in, and we lose the whole circle of our acquaintances. We spend ungodly amounts of time wondering whatever happened to former teachers and lovers and scoutmasters.

Because to live forever with a grief that deforms the heart is unacceptable—an abomination that must not be tolerated.

We don't get over losing the dogs who have been a part of our lives. We just get used to living without them.

I didn't reach out, and she was gone.