Quotes About Grief

Each day, the world is made fresh again, holy, and she takes it in, in all its raw intensity, like a young child. She feels something bloom in her chest—joy or grief, eventually they are inseparable. The world is so acutely beautiful, for all its horrors, that she will be sorry to leave it.

High-tide grief calls for empathy, not solutions.

When Joseph died on September 21, 1904, the agency physician reported the cause of death as "a broken heart.

It was sad when Sid Vicious died... I was freaked out when Phil Lynott died from Thin Lizzy. I cried. It was too crazy.

If he didn't love so deeply, he couldn't grieve so deeply. But he's drowning in it.

Faith would get her through when she had to face tomorrow, but her grief needed the tears to fall. There was healing in those tears.

You need time for the grief to heal, for the memories to fade in sharpness, time to adjust your expectation for the future. Be gentle with yourself, you'll make it.

W)hy does it hurt to be loved? When you do (know), you will be strong in truth, not in grief.

Society isn't prepared to imagine a soul wandering through time to heal its grief.

Yeah, I have a burning issue all right, Dr Weinburger. I wish someone would tell me why it is, with Allie gone and the father count reduced by one, that I can't be Daddy to my little girl anymore.

The one thing Andrew couldn't do for his son was to protect him from what he himself was, from the strange evolution and deep grief of his own life.

knowing (in her gone-ness that will always be part of me) that she would wish me to go ahead and find out what this is. I believe our hearts will tell us how to do this. P

I can't stop for grief, which is surely why I am irritated.

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.

The world is not with us enough O taste and see the subway Bible poster said, meaning The Lord, meaning if anything all that lives to the imagination's tongue, grief, mercy, language, tangerine, weather, to breathe them, bite, savor, chew, swallow, transform into our flesh our deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince, living in the orchard and being hungry, and plucking the fruit.

As Andersen told it, the tale was not for young children, not even called 'The Little'-just, 'The Mermaid.' It's about love and grief, a myth of longing and sacrifice, far closer, say, to Goethe's Parable than to any jovial folktale, much less to today's manufactured juvenile distractions.

Ah, grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes in the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish. You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for a real place to be readied before winter comes. You need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog.

Sorg är ett ärr. Vävnaden blir hård och när såret går upp igen läker det dåligt.

That's something like the sensation of losing someone. You are never in your life so alive, and so aware of being alive, yet so isolated and abandoned, as when a loved one is taken from you. The planet will move right through you like wind through stalks of grass.

When everyone you know is either very far away from you or hides, you find someone dead to love.

When you break up, your whole identity is shattered. It's like death.

You laugh, and the world laughs with you. You cry, and you cry alone. You sing, and the mountains would echo you. You sigh, and it's lost in air. You rejoice, and the world will seek you. You grieve, and the world will walk away. You can be in sync with the world, its people and nature around you. You are the origin, and you are the center of your happiness and well being. So be thankful and enjoy life, each and every day as it comes to you. Cheer up, my friend!

He hesitated. 'Serpine used my wife and child as a weapon against me. In order to do so, he had to kill them. He took my family's death and he made it about me. Valkyrie, when you die, it will be your death and yours alone. Let it come to you on your own terms.' She nodded. 'Valkyrie Cain,' he said, 'it has been an absolute pleasure knowing you.

He was so strong," Francine sobbed. "So proud. So much dignity. How did he die?" "Wood chipper," said Valkyrie.