Grief Quotes

There are three needs of the griever: To find the words for the loss, to say the words aloud and to know that the words have been heard.

There's got to be grief.

The greatest griefs are silent.

Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.

After a while, though the grief did not go away from us, it grew quiet. What had seemed a storm wailing through the entire darkness seemed to come in at last and lie down.

The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief, either.

Do not tax your life with forethought of grief.

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.

My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest, To climb your throat on sobs; easily chased On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds.

The old happiness is unreturning. Boy's griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning. Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.

Joy mingled with sadness, even with grief, is the deepest human joy. It winds itself about the soul with indescribable sweetness, with a dim but unerring sense for what will some day be born of it.

How beautiful is sorrow when it is dressed by virgin innocence! it makes felicity in others seem deformed.

There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has made many a man look younger.

Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain;In some wise may come ending to my pain;It may be yet the Gods will have me glad!Yet, Love, I would that thee and pain I had!

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

Grief best is pleased with grief's society.

O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden.

Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)

You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

But to write - that is grief and labor; and to read what one has written - how unlike the story as one saw it; how dull, how spirtless - that is enough to send one weeping to bed.

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

In the quiet of the graveyard, the couple knelt together in soul-stretching silence—wishing, waiting, hoping, praying.

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?And shall I couple Hell?

Now that he wanted to feel like he was having a bad dream, he wasn't. He was having a bad reality, and that was something from which you could not wake.

Even when the lightening flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.

What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

…nothing remained but loneliness and grief…

The only way out is through

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!

Of course it's heavier, he thought. It's got my grief in it. I pull it along with me everywhere I go, so I do.

I couldn’t even tell if I had any sadness of my own, because I was so full of Abuelita’s sadness.

If there is something we need more than anything else during grief, it is a friend who stands with us, who doesn’t leave us. Jesus is that friend.

Often it takes that “knife in our heart” to drive us to Him. Our faith, our very lives, depend on God, and when we enter the valley of grief, we need His help or we will never climb another mountain.

When we grieve over someone who has died in Christ, we are sorrowing not for them but for ourselves. Our grief isn’t a sign of weak faith, but of great love.

Grief turns us inward, but compassion turns us outward, and that’s what we need when grief threatens to crush us. The Bible says, “Carry each other’s burdens” [Galatians 6:2 NIV].

Grief which is not dealt with properly can cause us to lose our perspective on life.

Grief comes with many losses. Whatever its cause, grief will come to all of us.

The facade of grief may be indifference, preoccupation, anger, cheerfulness, or any variety of emotions. But if we try to understand it, we may learn how to cope with it.

To lose what we never owned might seem an eccentric Bereavement but Presumption has its Affliction as actually as Claim --

In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, -- he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me

She was no longer wresting with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.