Quotes About Grief

I talk every day to people who smile through tears in describing their lost loved ones, their own lives building on the foundations of those who are no longer here.     My grandfather has been lonely since my grandmother's death, of course. In some ways he is waiting quietly for his own, hoping that it will be, as he often points out, as good an

Grief weighs nothing but you still have to drag it around.

You can, for just a moment, fuse grief like a bone, but the memory of the ability to bend lingers inside, like an itch running in the blood, just beneath the skin: relief is always only temporary. Grief, we understood, would now hijack a part of our day for the rest of our lives, sneaking in, making the world momentarily stop, every day, forever.

In other words, rendering loss was a way of honoring life.

Ronan lived in the world held by people who loved him and fed him and talked with him and met him on his own terms. When he died, he will have been fully loved from his first breath to his last and then after. That full uncompromising love, powerful and sometimes painful, was perhaps the only miracle worth believing in.

It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere...

When I was four I was watching ants walking up Stove and she ran and splatted them all so they wouldn't eat our food. One minute they were alive and the next minute they were dirt. I cried so my eyes nearly melted off.

He supposed it was always that way with the dead, they slid away before we knew enough to ask them the right questions.

You want to know, but are afraid to ask, whether or not I found someone. If there could be anyone to fill that hole in my heart after I lost him. I did. Life is futile, says my new therapist, Michaela, and no one gets out of it alive. There is only love.

The trouble with death is that there is no next. There is only what was and for that I am profoundly and heartbrokenly grateful.

The trouble with death is that there is no next.

Will you miss him Holly?" he asked suddenly. [...] "No," she said. "I will not miss him." But her eyes told the real story.

Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.

Don't say gone, say dead —that's what they are.

the ultimate despair.

For where you find unrest, grief, fear, frustrated desire, failed aversion, jealousy and envy, happiness has no room for admittance. And where values are false, these passions inevitably follow.

Be free from grief not through insensibility like the irrational animals, nor through want of thought like the foolish, but like a man of virtue by having reason as the consolation of grief.

Asked how a man should best grieve his enemy, Epictetus replied, By setting himself to live the noblest life himself.

So-and-so's son died.' ('The question'). Answer: 'Since it's nothing he can control, it isn't bad.

It is better to die poor, while free from fear and grief, than to live surrounded by riches and filled with anxiety.

Remind yourself, "What upsets this person is their opinion of what has happened. Another in the same circumstance, taking a different perspective, would react quite differently."   Do not share these thoughts with the grieving person. Sympathize with them—even cry with them. Your tears will be outward, not inward.

fear comes from what you expect, but grief from that which is present.

with attachment comes pain!

Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?