Quotes About Grief

People who lose children have their hearts warped into weird shapes. Losing a child is beyond comprehension. It defies biology. It contradicts the natural order of history and genealogy. It derails common sense. It violates time. It creates a huge, black, bottomless hole that swallows hope.

She died early the next morning, her hand in mine, as the sun flooded through her window and the light in those luminous eyes of hers faded away forever.

Longstreet stayed up talking, as long as there was company, as long as there was a fire. Because when the fire was gone and the dark had truly come there was no way he could avoid the dead faces of his children.

For a culture that has such a problem with death, we seem to deal with it in a quite bizarre way. We see people shot, killed and blown up, and we find it funny and sexy and all those things. But, the reality of it is that every day people die, and people are really sad and they grieve and they go through a really difficult process with it.

No one ever tells you that when your heart breaks, you can feel it. But you can. It feels like something has crumbled inside you and the pieces are falling into your stomach. It hurts more than any punch ever could. You stop breathing, and for a while you can't remember how. When you finally do, it feels like your throat has closed up, like you're trying to suck air through a straw.

It doesn't upset me to think about dying. What upsets me is the idea of John being alone after his spell passes. The idea of one of us without the other. (p.127)

L'ARBRE GEANT FREMISSAIT sous les coups de hache. A coté du colosse végétal, les hommes à la peau sombre, luisante de sueur, ressemblaient à des miniatures mouvantes. [...] La grande forêt pris le deuil. Les bruits les plus fantastiques se mirent à courir : on avait tué l'Arbre-Dieu.

Regarde, c'est la mort, mon amour.

Cuando muere lo más puro Cualquier gozo se invalida Queda el pecho como hueco, Y hay sombras por donde mires.

Le lien a tenu. Rien ne pouvait le rompre. Mon deuil s'est poursuivi avec l'infinie lenteur du souvenir qui s'enfonce dans la mémoire. Mais j'ai recommencé à tourner les yeux vers l'avenir. J'ai accordé plus d'attention, et plus d'amour aux vivants.

Si elle avait vécu, est-ce que j'aurais pu prendre le téléphone, là, tout de suite, l'appeler, lui dire je meurs de douleur, maman, je voudrais pleurer mais rien ne sort, rien ne sort, viens m'aider.

I had always turned to books, to knowledge, to help me get through everything in my life—and, sometimes, to escape it. But grief was a journey through a forest of razor blades. I walked through every painful inch of it—no shortcuts and no anesthesia.

I didn't blame Curtis for coming to what was nominally a Protestant church and expecting to hear about the Bible. I'd also had to adjust to the AUUCC's staunch secularism. Having been drawn there to grieve my mother, I would have loved some divine reassurance, but during my very first visit Sparlo said, "There are no answers, only the eternal questions," and I remember thinking, Damn, one more time, nobody's offering any certainty.

And grief, for anyone who has ever experienced it, is exactly like a predator. It steals first your happiness, and then—if you allow it—everything else.

I understand that you are still grieving. But we will always be grieving.

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long. —MARIE ANTOINETTE

They had raised her from infancy to eight plus years of age. That's a long time and when so much of yourself is put into training, nurturing and loving a child it is like losing your own flesh and blood.

Narrander is gestorven... Hij is omgekomen tijdens de grote brand.' 'Een ander is gestorven!' bulderde de Loper.

During my interview with Agmatir he told me he had killed the women because they reminded him of his girlfriend who had aborted his baby. He said it had almost killed him and certainly had broken his heart.

Had my brother not killed himself and had I not known how deeply this affects those who are left behind, I would have taken my life.

in silence we all shared the same sorrow and memories.

Anything you lose automatically doubles in value.

'Twill grieve me so to the heart that I shall cry my eyes out.

Y es más triste un amor que nace y se cría sobre la tumba de otro y como una planta que se alimenta, como de mantillo, de la podredumbre de otra planta.