Quotes About Grief

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in...

Ze weten het. Die daemondingen. Ze weten hoe ik dieren haat... Dat luipaard. Ik heb er jaren nachtmerries van gehad. Vroeger hield ik van dieren. Zij hielden ervan... pap en mam. Ze wijdden hun leven aan de bescherming van dieren tegen stropers. Na hun dood deed elk dier me aan hen denken.' - Nick 'Ik denk dat ik dat net zo voel. Maar je weet dat het niet de schuld was van dat luipaard.' - Claire

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief.

Then there were those famous wings. Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure?

Speak to me, fair maid! Speak and do not go! What sorrows have your eyes inlaid With such black woe? My dam is buried deep Dark are my father's halls And carrion fowl and wolves now keep Their ruined walls From: The Lay of Andomian and Beruldh

She wondered if the stars could sense the vibrations of human joy and wonder, of grief and despair.

The risk of all friendship is, alas, a little grief.

All the fears and doubts surrounding her grief and regrets were swept up into the tempest of the music, poising here in the centre of the moment, a clear vessel of joy.

todos a los que cuidamos y amamos han de morir. ¿Y no es todo nuestro canto un lamento porque todo lo que es verde y bello ha de pasar, como las sombras sobre una llanura, sin dejar rastro? ¿Qué canción, por bella que sea, puede aliviar esta angustia?

Life is hard, no? And full of sorrow. The Pilani dance in defiance of death and grief and hardship. They choose to burn before the darkness, rather than to gutter out like a dim flame.

Maerad was pierced by a sudden grief, and briefly forgot all about pretense and masks: the world was too cruel for play.

The hope that grief counselors and clergy try to make you feel. The phrases well-meaning friends throw at you. She's out there, watching over you, gazing down at you. She's with you, every day, living again in every memory. . . . It's all a bunch of crap.

a couple with a missing child, like any couple anywhere with any missing child. They have nothing.

I've lost twenty-eight pounds since Emily's death. I've stopped coloring my hair and wearing makeup and I had the bolt-ons removed, and so I am literally no longer the woman I once was. There is no reason to watch me. No flattering reason, anyway.

He gave her his half-smile and the sad curve of it pierced her heart.

There was loss wherever she looked, even in the world of her imagination.

There comes a point at which you stop giving things up. That is what i won't give up. None of it will i give up, for my beautiful sister Ivy who lies in bed. Ivy who used to be alive. Ivy who used to be. Ivy who used. Ivy who. Ivy-who-is-not-me. Not me. Not me. Not me.

Even a lifetime of grief is only a little while in light of Eternity.

I suppose, too, that the moment when a man hears that a girl's fiance has died only that day is the last moment that that man should ever begin to fall in love with her, but I'm afraid that's just how it was. The emotions are no respecters of the niceties, the proprieties and decencies of this life...

Tallal, Lawrence relates, gave a moan like a hurt animal. Then he rode off to higher ground and remained there for some moments, shivering violently and staring after the retreating Turks. Lawrence moved to speak with him, but Auda caught his rein and stopped him. In one blow, in one moment, Tallal had lost every person in the world who mattered to him. and the older Auda, wiser in this matter than lawrence, realized that Tallal now had nothing left to live for.

But thinking never took away tears. Only time did.

Jeanne's sisters thought nothing of themselves.... Helen stayed up late in Brookline, baking. Lemon squares, and brownies, pecan bars, apple cake, sandy almond cookies. Alone in her kitchen, she wrapped these offerings in waxed paper and froze them in tight-lipped containers.... Helen was the baker of the family. What she felt could not be purchased. She grieved from scratch.

Laughter, and the broader category of humor, are key elements in helping us go on with our life after a loss.

There's a pain deeper than death...