Quotes About Grief

There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly.

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

You said I killed you, haunt me then! …Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you

It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.

Todo recuerdo de un difunto es precioso, si se le sigue estimando como cuando vivía.

Si miro al suelo, creo ver las facciones de ella grabadas en las baldosas. En los árboles y en las nubes, en todas las cosas durante el día y llenando el aire durante la noche, veo su imagen. ¡Creo verla en las más vulgares facciones de cada hombre y cada mujer, y hasta en mi propio rostro! El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.

If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.

Her features were so sad, they did not seem hers:

Qualunque ricordo di quelli che abbiamo amati in vita, ci diventa prezioso quand'essi sono morti.

the entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exit, and that i have lost her. (heathcliff about catherine, ch. XIX, p. 325)

Twas grief enough to think mankind All hollow, servile, insincere; But worse to trust to my own mind And find the same corruption there

Dulce Amor de juventud, perdóname si te olvido mientras la marea del mundo me arrastra consigo; otros deseos y otras esperanzas me asedian, esperanzas que pueden ensombrecerte mas no hacerte daño. Ninguna nueva luz ha iluminado mi cielo, ninguna mañana ha vuelto a brillar para mí; toda la dicha de mi vida se me entregó con tu vida, toda la dicha de mi vida está enterrada en la tumba contigo.

Something is happening to me, Nelly. I can feel a strange change coming in my life, and its shadow is hanging over me. I'm not interested in living any more – I can hardly even remember to eat or drink. I hate to see Catherine and Hareton because they remind me so much of Cathy. But then – everything I see reminds me of her! I see her in every cloud and tree. Wherever I go, I'm surrounded by her.

Hope soothes me in the griefs I know; She lulls my pain for others' woe, And makes me strong to undergo What I am born to bear.

Qualunque ricordo di quelli che abbiamo amato in vita, ci diventa prezioso quand'essi sono morti.

Eduardo se sintió tan entontecido como tantos otros lo han estado antes que él y lo seguirán estando en lo sucesivo, el día en que llevó al altar a Catalina, tres años después de la muerte de sus padres.

She might have been living yet, if it had not been for him!

Two words would comprehend my future — death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.

GeleceÄŸimi anlatmaya iki kelime yeterli olur: Ölüm ve Cehennem! Catherine'i kaybettikten sonra yaÅŸamak benim için cehennemden farks?z olur.

Sana iki kelimeyle gelecekte ne halde olaca??m? anlatmam gerekseydi 'ölümle cehennem' derdim. Onu kaybettikten sonra hayat bana cehennem olur.

Next morning—bright and cheerful out of doors—stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room, and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow, tender glow. Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow, and his eyes shut. His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and almost as fixed: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish, and hers of perfect peace.

I am going to her; and you, darling child, shall come to us;' and never stirred or spoke again; but continued that rapt, radiant gaze, till his pulse imperceptibly stopped, and his soul departed. None could have noticed the exact minute of his death, it was so entirely without struggle.

For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at nights, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but the notion of grieving her, he understood clearly enough.