Quotes About Grief

Such deeds as thou with fear and grief Wouldst, on a sick-bed laid, recall, In youth and health eschew them all, Remembering life is frail and brief.

we are seized by the urge to weep For one who died for nothing.

Her father is dead. . . . Now she must never mention his name again. No one will ever mention his name. She must try not to think about him. He is dead.

To be a leader, or the helpmate of a leader, you have to first die as a person, and Mother was mourning for her approaching death as just a simple village woman.

I miss him. With every breath and every heartbeat, I miss him.

I just stopped living with grief and instead let grief live with me.

To heal at all, you need first to understand what is lost and why. I know of no fast way that might be done.

What will happen to the flowers, now that you are gone? The earth that clings to the steps, the tulsi that begins to sprout. The colors that brighten the darkness of the stairs, the scents that perfume the air. Must I climb alone the petal-strewn trail of your descent?

Estoy muy cansado, Valentín. Estoy cansado de sufrir. Vos no sabés, me duelte todo por dentro. - ¿ Adónde te duele? - Adentro del pecho, y en la garganta - ¿ Porque será que la tristeza se siente siempre ahí?

las luces apagadas para evitar verse, tres ciegos reunidos a la hora más triste del día

Later, my father died up in Marysville. So, my mother and I got in the car and came down to Hollywood.

like Mary at the foot of the Cross, you have to watch someone you love suffer and feel helpless to do anything about it.

Tessa's final photo was different from the rest. It was a close-up of her face. In color. She had taken it at the Empyrean Hotel, on the night she first saw Skylar's spirit. But of the hundreds of people looking at this photo, only Tessa knew the tiny glint in her eyes was the reflection of a ghost—the ghost of a boy who loved her so much that he had crossed the boundary of life and death to be with her one last time.

Skylar?" Dr. Nagash's expression, honed by years of delivering bad news, turned grave. "Skylar was in the accident, too. He was injured severely." "Is he here?" Tessa asked, her voice faint and hoarse. "In the… hospital?" "Tessa, he didn't make it to the hospital. Skylar died at the scene of the accident. I'm terribly sorry.

Dr. Nagash tried to comfort Tessa. He assured her they had people in the hospital who would help her get over the grief. That she was still young and had her whole life ahead of her. But how could the rest of her life ever match the 211 days she loved a green-eyed boy named Skylar?

Seeing her friend's distress, Shannon swerved to the side of the road and parked. She wrapped Tessa in her arms. "It's gonna be okay," she insisted. "We'll get through this. I swear." Tessa choked back tears. "I never got to say goodbye." "I know." "I don't even remember the last thing I said to him…. What if it was something bitchy?

I just wish I could have one more day with him… one more hour." "I'm sure he feels the same way," Shannon assured her. "Wherever he is.

Ölen bir anne, yanan bir kitapl?kt?r.

Meine Eltern fehlen mir ganz furchtbar, Waise zu sein ist ein Abgrund der Eisamkeit, aus dem ich mich nicht befreien kann.

Les larmes entraînent les chagrins loin de la peine.

I am beginning to see how grief has transformed me, humbled me, opened me up, cut through the bullshit of my being. It's not growth anyone wants to do. It's growth that has been thrust upon us, ripped from us, has come from being punched in the soul and kicked in the heart. You have no choice.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

It is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

We have such numerous interests in our lives that it is not uncommon, on a single occasion, for the foundations of a happiness that does not yet exist to be laid down alongside the intensification of a grief from which we are still suffering.