Quotes About Grief

And I know you've spent a lifetime trying to protect me from the staggering pain of grief that comes from losing the things and the people and the places you allowed yourself to care about--but guess what, Jennika--that's no way to live. As much as it hurts to lose something you love, there's much greater joy in getting to experience it for as long as it lasts.

Sometimes--sometimes it just hits me, you know? And, it's not getting any easier." I choke, my eyes flooding all over again. "I'm not sure that it will. I think you just get used to the feeling, the hollowness, the loss, and somehow learn to live around it

Aber eigentlich müsste ich inzwischen genug über Verluste wissen, um zu begreifen, dass man nie wirklich aufhört, jemanden zu vermissen - man lernt lediglich, mit dem riesigen, klaffenden Loch seiner Abwesenheit zu leben.

Ever, my grief is for me, not Lina. She's fine... happy even. You should've seen her-it was like she was headed off on her most exciting adventure yet.

you never really stop missing someone—you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

Si vous reprochez à votre cher disparu de ne pas se manifester, n'oubliez pas que c'est vous qui avez besoin de lui et non l'inverse. Quand on aime vraiment quelqu'un, exige-t-on qu'il se sacrifie pour nous ? Si vous aimez vos morts, faites leur confiance au point d'aimer leur silence.

Tout désir est commémoratif. Toute aimée est la réincarnation d'une défunte inassouvie.

Avevo appena scoperto l'orribile notizia che ogni essere umano scopre un giorno o l'altro: quello che ami, tu lo perderai.

L'assassin,, c'est vous, et vous avez tué deux personnes. Aussi longtemps que Léopoldine vivait dans ma mémoire, sa mort était une abstraction. Mais vous avez tué son souvenir par votre intrusion de fouille-merde, et en tuant ce souvenir vous avez tué ce qui restait de moi.

Our dog died from licking our wedding picture.

I was working for Martin Finnegan. He was my best mate in racing. I went to his wedding in November 2007. No-one else from the racing world was invited apart from me and my girlfriend. The funeral was the following May.

We had already planned my wedding when my brother passed away in 2012. When you're grieving, you don't necessarily want to think about something like that, but my brother told me that he wanted me to, so we went ahead and did it.

I think the biggest thing that I have to do is to remind people that poetry is there for us to turn to not only to remind us that we're not alone - for example, if we are grieving the loss of someone - but also to help us celebrate our joys. That's why so many people I know who've gotten married will have a poem read at the wedding.

My mother's death was very painful as it occurred over a period of a week. Watching her die was the hardest thing my dad ever went through.

My pops passed when I was little. I didn't have a dad around to tell me certain things. I didn't have my biological mother.

'The Leftovers' takes place three years after 2% of the population has gone missing. And it's about how that changes society. Cults form as a result, and it drastically changes home life for a lot of people, including the Garvey family, which is the family I belong to.

I did feel when my mother died if anyone was going to haunt me it would be her. And she hasn't, so I think it is possibly the end.

At some level it's still hard for me to admit that my father died. I can talk about it and around it, but those two words. 'He died.' What can that possibly mean? That I won't get to hear his voice again?

It was among farmers and potato diggers and old men in workhouses and beggars at my own door that I found what was beyond these and yet farther beyond that drawingroom poet of my childhood in the expression of love, and grief, and the pain of parting, that are the disclosure of the individual soul.

The loss of my dad gave me a lot of inspiration because sometimes I stop and think, 'Would everybody have done the same thing that I did?' It was a very tough thing to cope with. I only went home for less than 24 hours.

I lost my parents without them seeing me play international cricket.

The assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. made me very, very sad, and I mourned and I cried like many of our citizens did.

When Rajesh Khanna died, I cried so much, my husband was confused.

I cried inconsolably when Sridevi passed away, I also went to see her and paid my last respects.