Grief Quotes

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Grief is not a problem to be fixed but a process to be lived out.

We are not alone in our loneliness, others have been here and known griefs we thought our special own.

Rainbows introduce us to reflections of different beautiful possibilities so we never forget that pain and grief are not the final options in life.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Those things that hurt, instruct.

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting

Talking about your feeling with someone who is willing to listen can be enormously consoling, especially if that person has experienced a death similar to the one you are grieving.

We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the passing instant.

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.

There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

Embrace your grief. For there, your soul will grow.

All of our suffering in life is from saying we want one thing and doing another.

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

Don't run away from grief, o’ soul/ Look for the remedy inside the pain/ because the rose came from the thorn/ and the ruby came from a stone.

I believe that if there is one thing which pierces the Master's heart with unutterable grief, it is not the world's iniquity, but the Church's indifferences.

In grief, words are a poor consolation - silence and agonizing tears are all that is left the sufferer.

Think of a lifeless forest in which a small plant pushes its head upward, out of the ruin. In our grief process, we are moving into life from death, without denying the devastation that came before.

Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.

Take all away. I am content to know Such love is mine-for life is all too brief To grieve for pleasures bringing only grief; Give me but You; it is enough just so.

But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer.

I feel a strong immortal hope, which bears my mournful spirit up beneath its mountain load; redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my [child] again within the arms of God.

Life must go on; I forget just why.

The most hateful grief of all human griefs is to have knowledge of a truth, but no power over the event.

When someone says to us, as Thich Nhat Hanh suggests, "Darling, I care about your suffering," a deep healing begins.

Each moment is a miracle encompassing everything: the joy and sorrow, the failure and success, the disappointment and happiness, the celebration and grief.

There is no space wider than that of grief.

I can assure you that those who have already passed have not only made it to the Other Side, but are in a state of bliss.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

Death cannot kill what never dies.

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Silence is no certain token that no secret grief is there; Sorrow which is never spoken is the heaviest load to bear.

I swim in a pool of my own neurosis. I carry love, grief deeply, like an Irishman.

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

No one's ever completely broken. It's just a matter of how much has to fall apart before the ember of life is exposed to air.