Quotes About Grief

Neither did she realise yet that grief is a kind of glue, too, that the essence of humanity is this empathy, and that we fall together in that moment of tenderest perception when we see and feel each other's wounds and know another's sorrow like a brother of our own.

Maybe I don't want it to pass because that would mean an acceptance that life is like this: just a gradual process of loss.

It's what the loss uncovers in you that brings on despair, not the loss itself.

How do you ever get over the love of a child? How do you get beyond it?

There's an anticipated, ambiguous grief; a premature mourning of the self, or of the beloved other. During dementia's last stages, a beloved person may be there and yet absent, a powerful reminder of the self's loss.

To mourn someone who is still alive brings a particular, complicated pain. And often it brings guilt; to mourn someone who has not yet died is to consign them to a kind of death.

It's like she's the living dead,' says Pauline. 'A long time ago, I lost her. I talk, and there's no reaction. Sometimes, when she laughs, or something in the tone of her voice - then I recognise the way we were twenty years ago. You fill in the gaps and the memories. Then she leaves again. You say goodbye all the time.

A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

I would like to visit the factory that makes train horns, and ask them how they are able to arrive at that chord of eternal mournfulness. Is it deliberately sad? Are the horns saying, Be careful, stay away from this train or it will run you over and then people will grieve, and their grief will be as the inconsolable wail of this horn through the night?

I would like to visit the factory that makes train horns, and ask them how they are able to arrive at that chord of eternal mournfulness. Is it deliberately sad? Are the horns saying, Be careful, stay away from this train or it will run you over and then people will grieve, and their grief will be as the inconsolable wail of this horn through the night? The out-of-tuneness of the triad is part of its beauty.

TO LOSE SOMEONE YOU REALLY LOVE / IS HARD BEYOND BELIEF / YOUR HEART COMES CLOSE TO BREAKING POINT / AND NO ONE KNOWS THE GRIEF / MANY TIMES I'VE THOUGHT OF YOU / AND MANY TIMES I'VE CRIED / IF MY LOVE COULD HAVE SAVED YOU / YOU NEVER WOULD HAVE DIED.

It's madness really that society expects a newly bereaved person to jump through so many hoops.

It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That's the deal. That's the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is non-negotiable.

What was it like to be in love – and then to have that love taken away? Was it like losing a TARDIS? Was it like losing a friend?

The arms that Thenike wrapped around her waist for support were strong and hard. Marghe wanted to lean into them and weep for what she had lost, though she did not know whether the loss was good or bad, or even real.

I know how to look after myself; I have the money to buy whatever I need. Neither of these things is any protection for the raw wound that is grief, and this man sat like a sack of sharp salt in the middle of the only safe place I knew.

Paris, a city of gaieties and pleasures, where four-fifths of the inhabitants die of grief. -- About Paris

Paris, a city of gaieties and pleasures, where four-fifths of the inhabitants die of grief.

Vengeance is a lazy form of grief.

It's strange, but sad. I think I'll always be sad.

Five full trains to load. Thirty-nine cars each. And as he watched his cart, his crates, his own personal points of light loaded into the first car, on the first train, he let himself exhale. And then mute, held up by equal parts grief and wonder, he stood witness through all the hours it took the collection to arrive. Nineteen thousand, five hundred fifty-seven crates. One at a time. All night long.

Grief is a killer, isn't it?" he said. "Brings you right up to the truth.

For someone grieving, cook with chives, ginger, coriander, and rosemary. Theirs is the pungent flavor, which draws grief up and out of the body and releases it into the air.

You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.