Quotes About Grief

We'd been walking for about thirty minutes when Daniel asked me to do another treetop check. I'd been avoiding it--really couldn't afford to stumble into another pit of grief and regret right now

What about my clothes?" Corey said. "Those are hand-me-downs Travis wouldn't want, all things considered," I said. "Your mom just took things that were important to you. Things to remember you by." "But it's only been three days," Corey said. "Mom isn't like that. Hell, she spent four months talking about buying a new sofa and another two shopping for it before deciding to stick with the one we had.

There are stories about winter ghosts found tangles like lice in their lovers' hair.

Merthin stood and watched with tears pouring down his face.

It was ten years since Gwenda had picked Skip out of a litter of mongrel puppies, on the floor of Caris's bedroom in the wool merchant's big house, the day Caris's mother died.

got three more sons." "Then they're fools, whoever they are," said Ragna. "The loss of a child is a terrible grief to a mother, and it makes no difference how many more you may have." Tears fell on Ellen's wind-reddened cheeks, and she reached out a hand. Ragna took it and squeezed

Your aunt Rose is dying," Petranilla said as soon as he was close. "May God bless her soul. Mother Cecilia told me." "You look shocked—but you know how ill she is." "It's not Aunt Rose. I've had other bad news." He swallowed. "I can't go to Oxford.

I think I'll always be in love with her. I believe it's like that with people you really love. If they go away, or die, it makes no difference.

It was an amputation. I would never get back the part of me that vanished when Sylvie died. I knew the feeling of a man who tries to walk having lost a leg. I would never shake off the sense that something should be there, where the missing limb had always been. There was a hole in my life, a great gaping cavity that could never be filled.

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.

Grief remains one of the few things that has the power to silence us.

Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Yet then from all my grief, O Lord, Thy mercy set me free, Whilst in the confidence of pray'r My soul took hold on thee.

In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter's snare By thy return sweet hour of prayer.

Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.

Death ends a life, it does not end a relationship.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor's mind toward some resolution which it may never find.

Death ends a life. But it doesn't end a relationship.

This was like childhood, this grief.

Grief makes one hour ten

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop