Grief Quotes

Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely.

Christ's peace can permeate any heart - hearts that are troubled, burdened with grief, confused, and pleading for help.

If the world offered nothing, nowhere to support or make bearable whatever her private grief was, then it is that world, and not she, that is at fault.

When grief recedes, grief is like a cloud.

Grief is like manure, if you spread it out it fertilizes, if you leave it in a big pile it smells like crap.

Do right! and thou hast naught to fear;Right hath a power that makes thee strong.The night is dark, but light is near;The grief is short, the joy is long.

I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.

All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.

There was no quick grief for Andrew because he had been so slowly lost. First from my heart, then from my mind, and only finally from my life.

This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.

Grief, which disposes gentle natures to retirement, to inaction, and to meditation, only makes restless spirits more restless.

To mourn is to be extraordinarily vulnerable. It is to be at the mercy of inside feelings and outside events in a way most of us have not been since early childhood.

Mourning has a pace and rhythm of its own. It cannot be rushed.

Count not thyself to have found true peace, if thou hast felt no grief; nor that then all is well if thou hast no adversary; nor that this is perfect, if all things fall out according to thy desire.

There is no time for grief; there never is.

Why do the right wing media so assiduously scrutinize the words of a grief filled mother and ignore the words of a lying president?

The leaf, still green, must someday fall such grief and joy to live at all.

True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same.

Whoever mourns the dead mourns himself.

I don't think anybody deals well with tragedy or grief, but maybe my characters are particularly bad at it. Which is why I love them.

Merely to live without a pain Is little gladness, little gain, Ah, welcome joy tho' mixt with grief-- The thorn-set flower that crowns the leaf.

Grief, a type of sadness that most often occurs when you have lost someone you love, is a sneaky thing, because it can disappear for a long time, and then pop back up when you least expect it.

I want to love and be loved.... I don't want a world without love or grief or beauty. I'd rather die.

There is no shortcut to grieving.

I'm felt I was writing about love and desire and community and belonging and grief and a whole host of other issues. But race is never far from the surface.

Grief manifests differently in different people. We all get through things in our own time.

Grief is as contagious as a yawn.

One of the things about grief - I wouldn't generalise, because everybody responds to tragedies in different ways - but I had a huge amount of energy.

grief is an illness I can't recover from.

Grief rolled across the space between us like a wash of salt water.

Families buying dog food now, starvation roams the streets. Babies die before their born, infected by the grief.

But the more people we love and the more deeply we love them, the more vulnerable we are to loss and grief and loneliness.

Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.

One of the rather unedifying truths about grief is it does block out more or less everything. It has a solipsistic quality to it.

Grief, he said, is carnivorous.

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll; While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora of the soul.

Death is too much to ask of the living.

Most forms of rage, after all, are only sloppy cloaks for grief.

Vengeance is a lazy form of grief.

Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we expect it to be.

Being vulnerable has always been my way of dealing with my grief, from the beginning. Even before I knew I was that way, I cried it out all the time. I expressed my feelings.

She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.

Or-but this more rarely happened-she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it.

She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.

You mourn, for it is proper to mourn. But your grief serves you; you do not become a slave to grief. You bid the dead farewell, and you continue.

Sometimes my grief is overwhelming, and even though I understand that we will never see each other again, there is a part of me that wants to hold on to you forever.

You almost believe that you will never come to the end of a roll of tape; and when you do, there is a feeling, nearly, though very briefly, of shock and grief.

Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.

Faith draws the poison from every grief, takes the sting from every loss, and quenches the fire of every pain, and only faith can do it.