Quotes About Grief

I learned that a death had occurred during the day which distressed me greatly, that of Bergotte.

I tried to speak to Mamma but my voice broke, and, bursting into tears, I stayed for a long time, my head on her shoulder, crying, tasting, accepting, relishing my grief, now that I knew that it had departed from my life, as we like to exalt ourselves by forming virtuous plans which circumstances do not permit us to put into execution.

También nosotros en algún momento de nuestra vida, de repente, nos encontramos con una cuerda menos. Pero debemos continuar porque el desafío "es descubrir cuánta música se puede hacer con lo que a uno le queda". Sufrimos de dolor y lloramos la pérdida de un ser querido, y sentimos que se detuvo la música de nuestra vida. Pero en algún momento, no en un día, no en una semana, no de un jalón, sino lentamente, a veces dos

Misery spreads out from a murder in ripples, blighting everything it touches.

Their children had been killed in a school bus accident. Or, more likely, a school shooting.

To no man make yourself a boon companion: Your joy will be less but less will be your grief

He'd died before she moved to Chicago, but she'd followed the story of his shooting with the same queasy horror as the killings of Freddie Gray and Eric Garner.

Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.

Friendship improves happiness, and abates misery, by doubling our joys, and dividing our grief

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

The only time I have ever seen my father cry in my whole life was the day he watched JFK's funeral procession on television.

No matter how much you've been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the cry of a child being called home at dusk.

Sometimes we need to give space for grief in order to make room for joy. No one is immune to sorrow, and only those who learn to grieve well can recapture the healing it brings. Just as light needs darkness, so joy needs grief.

Women, as well as men, in all ages and in all places, have danced on the earth, danced the life dance, danced joy, danced grief, danced despair, and danced hope. Literally and metaphorically, by their very lives.

She loved him, even though it was so hard to love anybody else after loving my dad. I think I knew this before she did.

The Little War? How can there be a little war? Are some deaths smaller than others, leaving mothers who weep a little less?

It was not that I did not miss Arofa. To this day, I dream about her. I kept seeing her ghost. But I have always believed that if you love a pet, when they die, you find a pet who needs a home, and that is how you show your love. To me, giving love to new cats commemorated her in the only way that mattered.

I realized Grant would not say kaddish for her, so I did, for the next year. As I was reciting the words, which were nonsense to me, day after day, just rhythmic syllables, I began to realize I needed to learn Hebrew. It was maddening and embarrassing that I had no idea at all what I was saying every day, facing east and thinking of my mother whose face I would never see again except in dreams -- in dreams again and again.

In the death of every creature we have loved, we taste our own.

Avril raised his fine head. 'Yes,' he said. 'My poor Margaret.' His face changed only for an instant. The grief upon it appeared and passed like the shadow of a leaf in the wind, but its intensity was so great that Luke, who was still a young man, was dismayed to learn that it could exist.

No.' He spoke with a tenderness unexpected in him. 'No, lady, no. Put that clean out of your mind. That dear chap and his dog have gone, gone where the dear chaps do go, gone with a few I knew. You've got your own life and you go and live it and make a do of it, as no doubt he'd like you to. Now

Mourning is not forgetting,' he said gently, his helplessness vanishing and his voice becoming wise. 'It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the knot. The end is gain, of course. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be made strong, in fact. But the process is like all other human births, painful and long and dangerous.

Grief isn't like a map you can follow. It's not a simple route with a destination. Sometimes you loop back and find yourself in the exact same place you left.

If grief had a permanence, then didn't also love?