Quotes About Grief

Lay ley es siempre triste, don Augusto

Morir no es malo para el que muere, pensé; es tremendo para el que queda navegando por la estela que el otro trazó, desbrozando, soportando una vida larga, fofa, despojada del menor aliciente...

bliss, mean, wretched, and mingled with wormwood

ONE BY ONE I HAD WATCHED THEM ALL DIE.

I no longer participate in the Section 8 program. They are very difficult to deal with in my town and cause you a ton of grief; no rent payments for the first two months and constant headaches and frustration. I had participated in my local Section 8 program since 1991 but as of three months ago, I will not accept any folks on the Section 8 Program.

Thinking the loss of a loved one was unfortunate, ill timed, sad, or an accident is to miss the gift.

Why let grief for what "is not" blind you to what "still is and must always be

You shouldn't be thinking of losing each-other at all. Don't let that loom over your happiness right now. Enjoy that easy silence with him. It is rare what you've got. But, when the time does come... it will be hard every day and it won't get easier. But... eventually, after some time, you'll find little moments, little pieces of life that remind you of him... and you'll hold them tight. It'll be like he's here with you, even though he's gone.

Grief sends your thinking into all kinds of weird places. It makes you come up with all sorts of strange rules.

Because that's the thing about grief no one ever tells you: it's greedy. You don't notice at first because you're still in shock, and there's so much to do, from obtaining death certificates to canceling utility contracts, but hour by hour, day by day, it eats up every last scrap of energy you have, leaving you spent and empty.

My experience, with both my parents, is that grief has a lot of down, sad things, but I was also really emotionally raw, in the first year after each of them passed. Flowers smelled more intensely, my relationships were hotter, and I was more willing to risk. I was going for it a lot more. I was 'unsober' and I wasn't playing by my rules.

The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning." A verse from Ecclesiastes.

The death of the child is always a model for the death of the parent. A mother gives birth in order to give life to her child; a child dies in order to shape the death of its father.

After losing four of his children and his wife to cholera five years ago, Shin found that he could not speak much about loss. Everything a person said sounded glib and foolish.

She has loved him, and she could not bear the thought of him being gone form this life.

I talk to the dead although I don't believe in ghosts. But it makes me feel good to speak with them. Maybe that is what God is. A good God wouldn't have let my babies die. I can't believe in that. My babies did nothing wrong." "I agree. They did nothing wrong." He looked at her thoughtfully. "But a God that did everything we thought was right and good wouldn't be the creator of the universe. He would be our puppet. He wouldn't be God. There's more to everything than we can know.

Every year, she cleaned the graves of her siblings; her

she knew what it was like to lose your children—it was like you were cursed and nothing would ever restore the desolation of your life.

From the moment Tatsuo was born, she had been filled with grief and self-doubt because she was never good enough. Even though she had failed, being a mother was eternal; a part of her life wouldn't end with her death.

It had been eleven years since he'd died; the pain didn't go away, but its sharp edge had dulled and softened like sea glass.

After losing four of his children and his wife to cholera five years ago, Shin found that he could not speak much about loss. Everything a person said sounded glib and foolish...His faith had not wavered, but his temperament had altered seemingly forever. It was as if a warm room had gotten cooler, but it was still the same room.

But in the presence of Casey's mother, Ella felt her mother's loss far more profoundly than she'd thought possible.

It did not occur to her to argue with these kinds of well-wishes that she would've given up nearly everything if her mother could have been alive. No one wanted to see how she might be missing something, too-that if Ella were to run away, she had no mother who'd search for her.

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