Quotes About Grief

Kummerspeck ("grief bacon") is German for the weight put on from eating too much when feeling sorry for yourself.

The disease has survived in memory more than in any literature. Nearly all those who were adults during the pandemic have died now. Now the memory lives in the minds of those who only heard stories, who heard how their mother lost her father, how an uncle became an orphan, or heard an aunt say, "It was the only time I ever saw my father cry." Memory dies with people. The writers of the 1920s had little to say about it.

In its wake followed a keening sound that rose from the throats of mourners like the wind.

Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!

No, it's not a 'corpse thing.' I feel I lack the emotional capacity to deal with those in mourning.

Gardening is akin to writing stories. No experience could have taught me more about grief or flowers, about achieving survival by going, your fingers in the ground, the limit of physical exhaustion.

But if somebody dies, if something happens to you, there is a normal process of depression, it is part of being human, and some people view it as a learning experience etc.

I don't think that anyone can age in a conscious way and not experience grief.

I had one relative who passed away but fortunately none others. So my sort of experience of it is quite limited, thankfully.

Grief is at once a public and a private experience. One's inner, inexpressible disruption cannot be fully realized in one's public persona.

Many grievers experience intense yearning or longing after a death - more than they experience, say, denial.

Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure

The failure to return thanks for definite blessings received is a manifestation of ingratitude that grieves Jesus Christ.

Faith draws the poison from every grief, takes the sting from every loss, and quenches the fire of every pain, and only faith can do it.

No grief has a right to immortality. That ground belongs to joy, to hope, to faith.

I think losing a child is unimaginable. It's every person's worst nightmare. It's unimaginably difficult. It shakes your faith in the world. It tests your optimism.

I'm alive, even though a part of me has died.

That feeling you get in your stomach, when your heart's broken. It's like all the butterflies just died.

I went crying onto my pillow while sorrow swept over me...Missing you...Crying over you. Missing the memories we had. Thats okay, I'll put a smile on my face and fake it...

Deep in my heart, I'm suffering, knowing that I've lost you. On the outside, I'm living, pretending that I've forgotten you.

It sucks to have a broken heart and all you can do is fill it with tears.

The day my husband died was the day my heart broke indefinably, it will be 20 years this year and I still miss and love him the same.

I've kept the tears in for so long that I don't think I really remember how to cry anymore...

Those moments when you just suddenly burst into tears...releasing the pain you've held since the past few days.