Quotes About Grief

More than anything else, Kiyoaki thought, more than Princess Chan, the emerald ring, their friends, their school, perhaps what the princes had needed had been sunshine. It seemed that summer had the power to heal all frustrations, soothe every grief, restore their lost happiness.

my grief at being eternally excluded…

J'aimerais revivre une fois encore la terrifiante affirmation que j'ai connue à la mort de mon mari. Ce serait sûrement le bonheur.

Finally, rocking the whole harbour and carrying to every city windows; besetting kitchens with dinner on the stove, and shoddy hotel bedrooms where sheets are never changed, and desks waiting for children to come home, and schools and tennis courts and graveyards; plunging everything into a moment of grief and ruthlessly tearing even the hearts of the uninvolved, the Rakuyo's horn screamed out one last enormous farewell. Trailing white smoke, she sailed straight out to sea.

Once you lost all hope, time began to go faster and the senseless days deadened your soul.

The dead are too much with us.

Living is cold and technical without you, a death mask of itself.

It felt like the times were good, like we were remembering a time before Rachel died, even though things were never this good then, because they were just normal, and ordinary is never the kind if good you remember.

But although she was with family and friends, she'd never felt more alone. She felt as if she'd lost a vital part of herself and she had - her heart.

It's not natural to outlive your child. This has always been my greatest fear.

Our own ways of mourning may be unique, but the human capacity to grieve deeply is something we share with other animals.

When you lose someone who's as close as your own skin, the only place you can find him again is hidden inside your memories.

Men often substitute anger for grief, because anger is the only emotion they're taught it's acceptable to feel.

Children who are permanently separated from their parents face a mourning process that is similar to children's reactions to a parent's death. In fact, the parents, with their connection and resources and care, are permanently lost to children. The literature that describes children's reactions to a loss of the parent through death is quite relevant to the population of later-placed adopted children, or children in the foster care system who have lost attachment figures.

Of her six kids she'd buried all of her sons, the five young men having succumbed to the streets of Baltimore.

We must be more and more to each other, my dear wife.' -Charles Darwin to wife Emma upon loss of daughter Annie

We shall me much less miserable together.' -Emma Darwin to husband Charles upon grief for loss of daughter Annie

I will never stop grieving for my long-held wish for enduring love that does not reduce its major players to something less than they are.

We have to mourn our dead, but we cannot let them take over our life.

She is the wanderer, bum, émigré, refugee, deportee, rambler, strolling player. Sometimes she would like to be a settler, but curiosity, grief, and disaffection forbid it.

Ideas come to us as the successors to griefs, and griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some part of their power to injure the heart.

I wasn't in the mood to talk. The mournful sound of the rubber wheels of the tea trolley squeaking on the lino floor was the right soundtrack for the end of the world. Sometimes the tea lady lost her grip and the trolley hit the corners of the walls and beds. It was the equivalent of waterfalls and parrots in my new terrible world.

Murder: The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language defines it as "the unlawful killing of one human being by another, especially with malice aforethought." The mother of a murdered child has a different definition: "The blackest hell accompanied by a pain so intense that even breathing becomes an unendurable labor." I know; I am the mother of a murdered child.

I began to call friends and relatives. Some called me. They'd heard the news on the radio. Others just came by. I greeted each one in the foyer. Few words were spoken. Mostly, we embraced. People often say they don't know what to say to someone like me at a time like this. Nothing need be said. The presence of those you care about is comfort enough; a warm embrace communicates far more than words do.