Grief Quotes
We would prefer all gain and no loss in life, yet that would gain us nothing more than great loss.
I don't know about the first steps in a geography of loss, and I know that it's unmapped. I know that we all have to go by ourselves.
Love came from all directions. On paper, on screens, in dishes and words and deeds. We’re thinking of you every minute.I’m sorry.We’re sorry.We’re so sorry…
We burn out not because we don't care but because we don't grieve. We burn out because we have allowed our hearts to become so filled with loss that we have no room left to care.
I miss you so much. Maybe if I say your name over and over again, it will eventually feel wrong to me. Like a word you write too many times suddenly doesn't look right anymore. I will try that.
He may take long walksin the raining darkalmost aimlesslyto a spot of soaked grassin a neighbor’s open field.He’s decided this is the placefor you and him to meet again.
GRIEF TAUGHT ME TO LIVE NUMB. Death takes more than just the one life. It thieves tiny particles from the ones left behind until you feel only half alive.
The bereaved need more than just the space to grieve the loss. They also need the space to grieve the transition.
Killing me will not end your grief. It will only create more of it.
It was only one man who had gone, but it felt like forever, something so permanent and unstoppable that it blasted her. If she were a tree, she would drop all her leaves.
The problem with love is this: It dies. And when it does, you die with it.
Because Dad told you he'd be here forever. Because I thought forever was like Mars -- far away.
Silence then, and the scent of apple trees, and the nightmare sense of grief that comes when a man wakes again to feel a loss he has forgotten in sleep.
When I lost my son, I became a citizen of a country I never knew existed.
It was possible, I found, to both mourn a loss and yet be grateful it happened.
I'm crying again. I cry so often now that sometimes I don't even realize it until the tears are already streaming down my cheeks.
Do you know what it's like to be blessed with someone so special, to love them so much it hurts, and then have them taken from you forever?
When we are sad...it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to things that don't change.
A star's light still shines even if there's no one to see it, but without someone to remember Jesse, his light will disappear.
An emotionally abusive relationship, in very simplistic terms, is much like standing up in a too hot bath and sinking back in so as not to feel so dizzy.
She didn't know if she was crying because Illukar was going to die, or because Ieskar already had.
...grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.
The more we love the more we lose. The more we lose the more we learn. The more we learn the more we love. It comes full circle. Life is the school, love is the lesson. We cannot lose.
I'm sometimes scared that I'm forgetting what my dad was like.
I realize in this moment that all my life I've felt that I deserve to be punished, for wanting so much, for taking so much from this world, from the people who love me.
When you've gone through something traumatic, when you've faced death and loss as much as we have, it's only natural that it changes your entire view of life.
I am them. And they are me. All of us, we are each other. There is no such thing as good-bye.
What I want to know is how you go on when you look aroundand don’t see anywhere you want to go without the only personyou can’t have.
No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived.
Mourning is never really complete. The mappings of the old play remain in the cortex, like those mappings of the phantom limb.
Either way, the view stabbed its way into his chest, as if it were trying to finish him off before he even landed.
I don't think those who die are any better than those who stay alive. They just look better. They can't mess anything up anymore.
Three boys. Three deaths. One school. We've made the national news. Is out school cursed? Are we a reckless bunch of fools? The media asks questions no one can answer. Kids can't stop crying.
Come in! come in !’ he sobbed.‘Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart’s darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!
There's no end. There's no endto this world, everlasting.We crumble to dust in its arms.
