Quotes About Grief

Laurie stood casting his long shadow on the room behind him, silent in a grief and wonder too deep for tears, that life was so divided and irreconcilable, and the good so implacably the enemy of the best.

We started off, he and I, and the girl between us. She shivered as the cold struck her; he pulled the sheepskins higher, and put his arm with a fold of his cloak about her shoulders. I felt a sudden rush of the past upon me; for a moment grief pierced me like a winter night; yet it came to me like an old grief, I had suffered it long since and now it was behind me.

It is grief to a man to look on mysteries he does not understand. To yield unquestioning, not to know too much; that is the wisdom of the god.

grief more than in joy, man longs to know that the universe turns around him.

Often in those two months I said to myself, If I live, I will wipe this time from my mind; I cannot even bear the memory. Yet now I turn to it. He is gone; and all times when he was there seem like lost riches.

The world's full of people grieving for somebody they cared about. It's sheer sentimentality to worry about the ones we don't.

Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you a few may be close to right, none exactly right.

O time! thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me to untie. —Shakespeare, Twelfth Night People require different amounts of time for grieving.

I was perpetually grief-stricken when I finished a book, and would slide down from my sitting position on the bed, put my cheek on the pillow and sigh for a long time. It seemed there would never be another book. It was all over, the book was dead. It lay in its bent cover by my hand. What was the use? Why bother dragging the weight of my small body down to dinner? Why move? Why breathe? The book had left me, and there was no reason to go on.

Bear in mind you have a life to live. There is an incredible loss. There is a profound grief. And there is, in the end, after a long time and more work than you ever thought possible, a time when it gets easier.

We were at another funeral party. I wasn't sure who had died this time, but it was a suicide, and upsetting because it was completely out of season. No on killed themselves in summertime. It was rude.

She would revel in the pain and beauty of this service and in this film because she knew, more than anyone, that grief and joy are both points on the spectrum of love.

It is hard to lose the people we love ,but feeling sorry they died is selfish.Dying is going heaven home to God we know your papa is in heaven with our Lady and Jesus.Let us try to be happy for him.

Bedenkt: Den eignen Tod, den stirbt man nur; doch mit dem Tod der andern muss man leben.

Les échos de la bombe d'amour allaient et venaient. Mon cœur en aurait longtemps encore des acouphènes. Cette sensation d'extraordinaire gâchis continuait de me hanter. Neutraliser la bombe d'amour était un exercice terriblement mélancolique. Le tout était de ne pas la faire exploser une nouvelle fois

Guardo el recuerdo de una chica que dormía en mi corazón, se despertaba a cada minuto para accionar los latidos y se dormía de nuevo. Un día, no se despertó y mi corazón se secó... Me golpeé el pecho, grité, me lancé contra árboles, y nada.

Tears are the sound the heart makes when it breaks.

Who mourns makes grief his master. Who drinks makes pleasure his master.

I felt deeply in my heart both the sorrow of one that goes and the grief of one that remains, just as a solitary bird separated from his flock in dark clouds, and wrote in answer: From this day forth, alas, The dew-drops shall wash away The letters on my hat Saying 'A party of two'.

I felt deeply in my heart both the sorrow of one that goes and grief of one that remains, just as a solitary bird separated from his flock in dark clouds.

The world is dyed with the color of blood. It will never be able to go back to the way it was before.

You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.

I stayed there on the floor like that for a long, long time. Eating and crying. Crying and eating.

To lose someone you love is the very worst thing in the world. It creates an invisible hole that you feel you are falling down and will never end. People you love make the world real and solid and when they suddenly go away forever, nothing feels solid any more.