Quotes About Grief

she had insisted on keeping the doors and windows shut, as if a sealed chamber could prevent death from entering, or life from leaving her.

Thousands of years of solitude. Eons of running from the grief of his passing. And now here he was, pressed up against her again

is literally going to die of a broken heart.

It's not her fault,' she said. 'Nobody knows how to grieve in this country. They don't make any noise. Nobody taught them how. I don't want to be that way.

Grief can be an incredible source of energy. For good.

When people are going to be taken from you anyway, then it would be better if you had never come to care for them.

The bad thing about death is not that it changes the future. It's that it leaves us alone with our memories.

It grieves my heart.

Sorrow beyond dreams.

I was seven when he hung himself, and I don't remember all that much, and anything I did remember, I've managed to forget.

Great loss is felt by no one

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

How we gentle our losses into paler ghosts.

Happiness was not a word that seemed to apply anymore, when she had lost so many close to her. There was a contentment that felt deeper, that acknowledged and accepted the quieter offerings of small joys—of love and occasional peace in a life that was full of pain.

Still, some nights I grieved. I grieved as much at what I knew must be the fleeting nature of my present happiness as any loss, any past. We lived on some edge, if we ever lived on a rolling plain. Who knew what attack, what illness. That doubleness again. Like flying: the stillness and speed, serenity and danger.

felt bad but couldn't help myself. It was Jasper, not just. It was all of it. Was this hell? To love like this, to grieve from fifteen feet, an uncrossable distance?

There is a pain you can't think your way out of. You can't talk it away. If there were someone to talk to. You can walk. One foot the other foot. Breathe in breathe out. Drink from the stream. Piss. Eat the venison strips. Leave his venison in the trail for the coyotes the jays. And. You can't metabolize the loss. It is in the cells of your face, your chest, behind the eyes, in the twists of your gut. Muscle sinew bone. It is all of you.

Wynn's loss reverberated and was swept up into the more pervasive loss of his mother just as the sound of the stream rose up and was scattered by the wind in these pines.

Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.

The sky was blue. So was Ellie, and I knew how she felt. Mario Lanzarote had just died.

And the LORD regretted that He had made man on the earth, and He was grieved in His heart.

So the LORD said, “I will blot out man, whom I have created, from the face of the earth—every man and beast and crawling creature and bird of the air—for I am grieved that I have made them.”

Then she went off and sat down nearby, about a bowshot away, for she said, “I cannot bear to watch the boy die!” And as she sat nearby, she lifted up her voice and wept.

She died in Kiriath-arba (that is, Hebron) in the land of Canaan, and Abraham went out to mourn and to weep for her.