Quotes About Grief

My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.

[Steven Sebring] presence was also nice for my children, who, having just lost their father, quite naturally craved warm male attention. They gravitated to him right away.

Perrin, my father says a general can take care of the living or weep for the dead, but he cannot do both.

The reality is that my stepfather was like a father to me and watching him die from a sudden heart attack was one of the hardest things I have ever gone through.

Ehe, 24 hours have gone from my father dead. It was yesterday, he suicided yesteday in the morning. Even and more than 24 hours!

I know I should feel anger at my father for certain things. But since he died when I was 11, I never got to that point.

My father was my hero, and he died when I was 11. So, I really never experienced the kind of natural teenage rebellion or the anger at him. I never experienced those feelings as a young person.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.

Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly - hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear.

So many people choose silence after the immediate wake of a death out of fear of saying something out of turn or "bringing up bad memories" that bereaved people often feel forgotten.

In grief we know the worst of what we feel But who can tell the end of what we fear?

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

Nothing is to be feared but fear itself. Nothing grievous but to yield to grief.

Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate'er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same; Where things exceed your hope or fall below, You stare, look blank, grow numb from top to toe.

Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.

Anyone who has lost a loved one knows that you don't recover. Instead, you learn to incorporate their absence and memories into your life and channel your emotional energy toward others, and eventually, your grief will walk beside you instead of consuming you.

Experiencing the intense pangs of grief, it is so difficult to trust that we can be whole without that person or thing in our life. But we then learn over and over again that we can. We really can.

When you lose someone or something close to you, you feel that they've taken a part of you with them. Let this feeling of loss be a good one, that person or something meant a lot to you and that's all that matters.

Crying won't make them come back, saying I don't care, doesn't stop you from caring, and holding it all in doesn't make you stronger.

There are some things in life that we don't want to happen, but have to accept... people we can't live without, but have to let go.

Without the experience of trouble, calamity, grief,and adversity, you would not have courage, strength, joy, and patience.