Quotes About Grieve

You love and you hate and you grieve and you don't even feel it.

Love always triumphs over what we call death. That's why there's no need to grieve for our loved ones, because they continue to be loved and remain by our side.

When indecision's in the heart The soul is bound to grieve and smart.

We're more concerned about our own victory over sin than we are about the fact that our sins grieve God's heart.

Worship your body, beauty, and sexual allure and you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you.

Sin hurts other people and grieves God, but it also corrodes us. Sin is a form of self-abuse.

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

Life's deceit may Fortune's fawning Turn to scorn, yet, as you grieve, Do not anger, but believe In tomorrow's merry dawning. When your heart is rid at last Of regret, despair and fear, In the future, what has passed Shall in kinder light appear

When we watch the news, we grieve all of this, but when we go to the movies, we want more of it. Somehow we realize that great stories are told in conflict, but we are unwilling to embrace the potential greatness of the story we are actually in. We think God is unjust, rather than a master storyteller.

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, its not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

This is a proof of a well-trained mind, to rejoice in what is good and to grieve at the opposite.

Meg Ryan is a beautiful and courageous woman. I grieve the loss of her companionship, but I haven't lost her friendship. We still phone each other for a good chat.

How come we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

Dead strangers evoked a smorgasbord of the lesser emotions and served as marvelous educational tools, warnings, and veiled threats. When an acquaintance was killed, it was closer to home; one knew some of the threads that tied the deceased to a common humanity. Without enough real connection to grieve, one was left in an uncomfortable place between curiosity and embarrassment.

Was this hell? To love like this, to grieve from fifteen feet, an uncrossable distance?