Grief Quotes

Love is dead; let lovers' eyes, Locked in endless dreams, The extremes of all extremes, Ope no more, for now Love dies.

I cannot believe such monstrous energy of grief can lead to nothing!

This is part of the complexity of grief: A piece of you recognizes it is an extreme state, an altered state, yet a large part of you is entirely subject to its demands.

Grief is at once a public and a private experience. One's inner, inexpressible disruption cannot be fully realized in one's public persona.

She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

Grief is not graceful.

There's a conflicted look in Day's eyes, a joy and a grief, that makes him so vulnerable. I realize how little defense he has against my words. He loves so wholly. It is his nature.

There is no Death,/What seems so is transition.

Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for.

I honor my grief. I try to be kinder to myself. I give myself time to move through and to process whatever is making me sad.

Sometimes the purpose of a day is to merely feel our sadness, knowing that as we do, we allow whole layers of grief, like old skin cells to drop off us

Grief and passion make a volatile mix.

Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

Work makes a callus against grief.

We are turning our grief into winnable actions.

I want you to notice is that-right here, right now-you’re okay. You may be in pain, you may be in fear, you may be in grief. But you’re here, you’re surviving; this moment is okay.

Griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.

Perhaps the reassuring thing about grieving is that the process will not be cheated.

Light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb.

Now I am setting out into the unknown. It will take me a long while to work through the grief. There are no shortcuts; it has to be gone through.

Suffering ignites the spark of contact with the sublime and offers proof of humanity.

Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure.

Grief is a matter of the heart and soul. Grieve your loss, allow it in, and spend time with it.

A child, then a man, now a feather / Passing through a furious fire / Called time.

Good grief, Molly. He doesn't scare you?" "Of course not." "But he's..." "He's sweet," Molly insisted. Dare snorted. "He's still listening.

Man is more himself, man is more manlike, when joy is the fundamental thing in him, and grief the superficial.

When griefs are genuine, I find, there is nothing more vacuous, more burdensome, or even more impertinent, than letters of consolation.

The wheel begins its only if turning. / It had never stopped. / This is life's bargain that motion / Is hope.

Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.

At the end of knowledge, wisdom begins, and at the end of wisdom, there is not grief...but hope

Grief is a circular staircase.

To say you loved a person. / To say that person no longer exists. / A tragic flawed fate going on and on and on.

You are reduced / To the after-sorrow / That will last my lifetime. The hair-tearing / Grief of the mother / Whose child has been swept away.

Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.

People talk about grief as if it's kind of an unremittingly awful thing, and it is. It is painful, but it's a very, very interesting sort of thing to go through and it really helps you out.

After desolation, grief brings back our humanity.

Like love, grief fades in and out.

We're seeing people in the streets because this last week [since November 8, 2016] was a week of grief and mourning and despair for many.

For every tear you shed for someone else's grief, it takes one off of their suffering.

The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife.It melts the frost that binds her lips.It melts the sea in her eyesss.(from uncorrected galley)

Grief reconfigures time, its length, its texture, its function: one day means no more than the next, so why have they been picked out and given separate names?

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay.

'Hamlet' is the best description of grief I've read because it dramatizes grief rather than merely describing it.

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy.

All pains the immortal spirit must endure, All weakness that impairs, all griefs that bow, Find their sole voice in that victorious brow.

This is what those who haven’t crossed the tropic of grief often fail to understand: the fact that someone is dead may mean that they are not alive, but doesn’t mean that they do not exist.