Quotes About Grief

He buried his face in his hands and did not speak. I held him and whispered all the bits of broken comfort I could find.

When we opened the front door, we found Elpenor sprawled upon the flagstones. He had fallen from my roof at last. We gazed down at his bluing lips, the ugly angle of his neck.

Es correcto buscar la paz para los muertos. Tú y yo sabemos bien que no la hay para quienes sobreviven.

Madeline Miller

Daedalus did not long outlive his son. His limbs turned grey and nerveless, and all his strength was transmuted into smoke. I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near into yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Me tendí de espaldas e intenté no pensar en el paso de los minutos. En el día de ayer los teníamos en abundancia y ahora cada uno era como una gota de sangre perdida.

L'ultima cosa che penso è: Achille.

perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

Aucune loi n'oblige les dieux à être justes, Achille, reprit Chiron. Et après tout, peut-être que l'ultime chagrin consiste à se retrouver seul sur terre une fois que l'autre est parti.

I grieved for him, my hands empty and idle, plucking the air like birds peck at dry earth.

What was his best part?" "His lover, Patroclus. He didn't like me much, but then the good ones never do. Achilles went mad when he died; nearly mad, anyway.

Achille piange. Mi culla, e non mangia, non proferisce parola che non sia il mio nome. {...} Le sue lacrime cadono, ma non posso asciugarle.

Achilles weeps.

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?" "Perhaps," Achilles admitted.

when he was gone would i be like achilles, wailing over his lost lover patroclus? i tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. crying out for the loss of half my soul

I hope that Hector kills you" The breath rasps in his throat. "Do you think I do not hope the same?" he asks

Wenn du jedes Mal eine Träne vergießt nur weil irgendwo ein Mensch stirbt, bist du in einem Monat ertrunken.

La pena creció en mi interior hasta que estuvo a punto de ahogarme. «Su muerte». Solo de pensarlo me sentía morir, caía en picado a través de un cielo absolutamente negro.

Du trauerst nicht um deinen Vater? - Doch. Ich betrauere, dass ich nie den Vater kennengelernt habe, von dem mir alle erzählen.

But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.

I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul. I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain. But perhaps that is how it was meant to be.

The only thing that was clear was Glaucos' face, his handsome brow and earnest eyes, wet a little from his griefs but smiling always when he looked at me.

Well. We are settled then." He turns to go, stops. "I was sorry to hear of Patroclus' death. He fought bravely today. Did you hear he killed Sarpedon?" Achilles' eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. "I wish he had let you all die.