Grief Quotes

He's gone now. He did something terrible, but...he did good things, too. And he kept us well. And it's all right if you are sad.

Grief is always amplified in silence.

I was only able to move forward once I let go of my fear of leaving him behind.

Grieving is not a race, nor is it a predictable experience - it is as unique as each and every one of us. Therefore by creating your own path you will find your own way through.

Such grief might be to them quite delicious, a delicacy.

We all handle loss in our individual ways, grieve in all kinds of ways. We all go through feeling okay sometimes, but other times, we feel so bad we hurt ourselves or those around us.

Where are you?" I wheeze into the floor. "Where did you go?

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn’t true.

There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds.

There’s a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

When I wear her clothes, I just feel safer, like she's whispering in my ear.

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

I never thought that freedom would feel so much like grief.

He lives vividly in her recollections, however, and his memory is etched on her soul.

I have a RAGING SEA inside of me, trying to break free from ALL of me.

However much grief I carried, I liked the way my life was tending, these bright new directions. It's only human, to mourn and to reach toward forwardness at once.

Unfortunately, as anyone who has lived through a tragedy knows, life does, rather infuriatingly, go on.

As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.

Goodbye, " she told him, running her hand across his broad back one last time. "I love you. And I'll never, ever stop missing you.

We can’t even remotely fathom that whatever is ending for us is always more than an ending.

There is a realm in which miracles are possible and do take place. The door to this realm is the belief in all possibilities and YOU are the key.

Heartache, guilt, loss, grief, these things, too, are monsters.

don’t tell me not to drink. not to smoke. not to grieve. if i speak of these things it’s because i have to— but i am not speaking to you.

Somehow, grief had seemed easier to bear when the skies were dark and a cold wind kept cats and prey inside their nests.

My mind couldn't fit itself around the shape of his absence.

...and be emptied of gravity and surrounding by the rouge wave of an emotion she could not name.

For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.

Sometimes when we are drowning in our own loss we lash out--anger is momentarily easier to cope with.

To better handle grief, become the passenger, not the driver.

The catchers delight in the moment so frozen but soon discover that the nightingale expires, its clear flutelike song diminishes to silence, the trapped moment grows withered and without life.

Somehow the thought she might be next wasn't nearly as terrifying as the realization he was gone.

You will never accept gratitude as a solution to your problems, until you have reached the last stage of grief--acceptance.

The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.

Life has a way of filling up one's time with many different things to do. So much so that you turn a blind eye to the things that really matter.

I felt like an integral part of my being had just been ripped out of me, only to have it replaced with something that did not belong.

There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.

But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that I knew, but the parts of her that had come before me too.

There is nothing like feeling truly "awake" and aware of my life and what it means to me. So I look ahead and think, "There is still so much to be done, and I will continue to make the most of it.

Mad – empty – crazy – lost – dying... I was all of these things and nothing as well, because even though I breathed and moved, I was not alive.

I would still rather feel things and live life to the fullest rather than hide in a cave and attempt to protect myself from the uncertainties of the world.

the heart aches through nights—the broken places of neglect

We never truly "get over" a loss, but we can move forward and evolve from it.

I believe I gather strength from the generations of women who came before me - that together we all hold the suffering of the world.

It is true that the grief journey is very lonely, but it is also up to you to decide just how lonely you will make it.

The truth is, we never know what life will bring us and we don't have as much control as we might think we have. But we CAN choose how we walk through life and how we spend our time.

You have to do what feels right for you. Do not let anyone influence you otherwise. It is your mind, your heart, and your own internal wisdom that will lead you in the direction you need to go.

Once you have walked down the grief path, what you have gained on your journey may turn into invaluable advice for someone else.

I began to feel that nature itself was nurturing me, reminding me that life still offered beauty and calm, and that I was also made out of these elements.

Each loss brings growth with it, and learning to handle new experiences and taking charge of your needs is part of the transformative process.

Remember to view yourself and your humanness with a kind heart.