Grief And Loss Quotes

Grief And Loss Quote of the day

My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.

You can do the impossible, because you have been through the unthinkable.

Can anyone actually find a replacement for a lost loved one?Isn't there a difference between things and human beings?

…struck. Once. And into that blow he put his childhood, his grief, his loss. He put his mother’s sorrow and his sister’s longing. The menorah, weighed down with that, crushed the Hermit’s skull.

And here's something else I learned: you lose some people that way - fast and blinding. But some people inch away from you slowly, in barely discernible steps.

Whatever might be taken from me need not leave me with a deficit in its wake.

... he wasn't crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.

We do not have control over many thingsin life and deathbut we do have controlover the meaning we give it.

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

Heaven is a place where all the dogs you've ever loved come to greet you.

Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist.

Sometimes, hope is even harder to bear than grief.

Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.

Journey becomes difficult when we know the destination but not aware of the right path, may be the supreme power testing your moral and physical stamina.

The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love.

You are no longer responsible. You are no longer allowed to give a shit. Nobody can need you ever again. Go.

In my gut-wrenching honesty and by acknowledging our big, big God, I found peace.

Dancing in the rain is better than despairing in the storm.

I wanted to feel less.To not be burdened by emotion, To not feel sadness, To not know loss.I envied the inanimate, The trees that stand proudly in winter, Not missing their leaves.

Don't grieve over the past, It's all gone!Don't worry about the future, It may never come! Live in the present, And enjoy every moment.

...we are all sorry when loss comes for us. The test of our character comes not in how many tears we shed but in how we act after those tears have dried.

The closet bond that we share with our brethren is that of grief. Every community knows sorrow.

Grief makes gravity heavier and air molecules denser, so breathing is accomplished in a shallow, half-hearted way.

Grief helps us to relinquish the illusion that the past could be different from what it was.

But the place where we're most broken, most empty of ourselves... is the place where we can be filled in a way that is harder for people who haven't experienced a loss.

Sweetheart, I’m telling you, you love someone like that, you love them the right way, and no time would be enough. Doesn’t matter if you had thirty years, ” she tells me. “It wouldn’t be enough.

I find myself smiling, finally. I guess I do remember how to do it. You just turn the corners of your mouth up.

Grief, as in everything, should be experienced in moderation. There is a time to grieve heavily but then there is a time to set it aside and become happy in life again.

Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.

You will live in me always. Your words, your heart, your soul are all part of me. My heart is full of your memories. Thank you for the gift of your life. I will never forget you.

Being in home is like magic moments, in a magic world, among magicians.

But in a home where grief is fresh and patience has long worn thin, making it through another day is often heroic in itself.

Please don’t tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.

Feb. 1, 1965Storm late at night, heavy rain, a thunderous racket, the windows shaking. I heard my name called. A woman’s voice in hell pleading with me to join her.

You are never old enough to lose your mother.

Death finds you in such strange poses. How long can you cry, until the rivers gone and dry.

But I'm not ready to let Winn-Dixie go.

We cannot honor those we have lost if we lose our minds. - Charmainism

After all, the girl actually had faith in something, which was more than most people had in these dark times. It was wrong to destroy it.

Now, what’s stirring in this murky sea of complexity and foolishness is an almost suffocating need to breathe fresh history.

She thought of the Good Shepherd with His sheep. Of the Man hanging upon the cross. And the understanding bubbled up within her soul: He makes all things new.

WHE YOU FOCUS ON HEALING AND OVERCOME A TRAGEDY OR CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE, YOU BECOME A SURVIVOR, NOT A VICTIM ANYMORE.

Ethel and Frances found a means for consolation together: travel.

I was so incredibly nostalgic for a life I knew I'd never, ever have again.

The process of grieving any loss is dependent upon your relationship to the person.

God is a creation of human brain

Loss has no friend, no allies, no benefit to the human spirit.

Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.

In the oddity or maybe the miracle of life, the roots of something new frequently lie in the decaying husks of something old.