Quotes About Grief

week. If Lincoln hadn't been here, she probably would've still been under the covers in her mother's bed, overcome with grief.

It's all gone and I don't know what to do.

death doth not heal, it amputates. Those

I don't want to eat," she said in a thin voice. "I can't eat." She ate seven sausages, which was nothing against her grief. Fritz's saucisse minuit would make Gandhi a gourmet.

War's a bugger, isn't it?" he said. "All the mates I started out with are gone. And now most of the boys I flew with." He said it in the most matter-of-fact way, as if it were something quite expected.

My father in turn had done his duty and married the daughter of a frightfully correct English earl. She gave birth to my brother, looked around at her utterly bleak Highland surroundings, and promptly died.

De pronto vivir sea ser derrotado, más temprano que tarde, por los lugares comunes: el duelo y la redención, el amor y la muerte

My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.

Like the pain of a bad wound, the effect of a deep shock takes some while to be felt. When a child is told, for the first time in his life, that a person he has known is dead, although he does not disbelieve it, he may well fail to comprehend it and later ask--perhaps more than once--where the dead person is and when he is coming back.

like maintaining the grounds of a castle when the knight, fallen in battle, will never be returning

Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this

Accidentally Shot As a mark of affection by his brother.

How empty is the world when you lose the one you love

Except I think it feels more like an empty stomach than a broken heart. An aching hollowness that food can't cure. You know. You've felt it yourself, I bet. You hurt all the time, you're restless, you can't think straight, you sort of wish you were dead but what you really want is for everything to be the same as it was when you were still with her.. or him

Bron went to the door and leaned against the jamb, with a hand flat upon the wall inside. "O, Mama, my little one," she said, in a voice that should have been eased with many tears, "I am lonely without him. I put his boots and clothes ready every night. But they are there, still, in the morning. O, Mama, there is lonely I am.

The death of someone with whom a person has been long and closely associated leaves a literal vacuum in that person's life

To be half of one can only be a torment when the other half is gone.

Then he sat down beside the casket and rested his forehead against its cold metal side. Silence held him in its cold and gentle hands.

The trenches are all filled in, but the boys are still dying.' Then I could read her thoughts and I knew what this day meant. Mrs. Abernathy's son could have been my dad.

Nobody a writer ever loved is dead.

She knows she'll never see him again in this or any life to come. Yet she sees him wherever she looks. That's life; the dead keep the living alive.

Chester's death had almost killed him. All the grief over Alyssa that he'd suppressed in order to protect me tore out of him when the crippled old beast gave up.

Rage, the radical tip of a grief that time will never root out.

THEIR FIRSTBORN DIES in infancy, killed by a thing that doesn't yet have a name. There are no microbes, yet. God is the lone taker of children, snatching even placeholder souls from one world to the other, according to obscure timetables.