Quotes About Grief

J'ai le regret de votre mère. Chacun des souvenirs que j'ai gardés de mon épouse est un morceau de joie que je ne retrouverai jamais.

Grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

he's beginning to understand that grief doesn't strike bargains. There's no way of avoiding the agony—or even of getting through it faster. It's got him in its claws and it won't let go till he's learnt every lesson it has to teach.

American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.

Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence. You touch them as they quiver with a divine pleasure. You read them and they fall asleep to happy dreams for the next 10 years. If you do them the favor of understanding them, of taking in their portions of grief and wisdom, then they settle down in contented residence in your heart.

American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our lives eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.8

American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our lives eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.

When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.

My mother who died young In an outlandish rhythm Would have been seventy now And perhaps dead in funeral time. So I may start to mourn As I would celebrate The first or second birthday Of a still-born baby. - Out of Season

Death isn't a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.

I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.

death isn't a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.

They're all dead," Ruth wept, her hands in front of her face as if she could not bear what she'd seen. It reminded me oddly of the weeping angels from Doctor Who.

Even knowing that David Bowie is gone, I am giddy about this." He said all that in a very dry, professional tone.

Poor boy, he'd been dead more than three years.

Her eyes grew black, and her face went blank, but she held on, mouthing one word over and over—Samuel's name. Samuel went to his knees, too, his eyes white and wild.

But death isn't a tragedy to God, only to those left behind

In Moonlight No Soft sweet paw on my cheek No Fur curled under my chin Just A sad space left behind - Gray cat gone away. [Ellie's poem]

Sadness is Steam rising Tears falling A breath you take in But can't let out As hard as you try.

Is this for someone special?" asked the saleslady as she folded my purchase in layers of tissue paper. "For my mama," I said proudly. "She dead.

You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?

All I'm trying to tell you is to be strong. Don't ever let nothing get you down. Don't be afraid or ashamed to love, or to grieve when the thing you love is gone. Just don't let it throw you, no matter how much it hurts.

You don't get over sorrow; you work your way right to the centre of it.

Grief was a kind of illness, he maintained, and ran a course as predictable as measles or the common cold. Its fever always abated, given time and management, leaving the luckier among them with scars where love had been.