Grief Quotes

Learning to live again wholeheartedly includes letting love flow freely in and out of your heart.

Some of the choices you make might not always turn out to be the best ones, but at least you are learning as you go.

I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family.And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior

I loved and lost and survived.

Grief is a good thing. It's the way we get through the transitions of life.

Anger is the only antidote strong enough to counter grief.

That is fundamentally the only courage which is demanded of us: to be brave in the face of the strangest, most singular and most inexplicable things that can befall us

She was brave from excess of grief

I miss you with the very edge of my skin.It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting.

But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.

...when the pain subsides the grief remains.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

...People are not one-dimensional. People do not live on one plane...

And I hope she does not live in a dark world. Because even the most terrible loss doesn't have to make you darker

She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain.

The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces— those, I think, are the sensations of grief.

I see you in the grass, Running through the snow, But where you have gone, I cannot go.

I realized, it is not the time that heals, but what we do within that time that creates positive change.

He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.

How we respond to grief can shape our present

The gastliness of nothing. Because I was nobody's sister now.

It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere...

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

Love is an engraved invitation to grief.

The only way to end grief was to go through it.

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief.

How could she just leave me here to live without her? I miss her so much. I love her. I want her to grow up and become who she was meant to be. I wanted her to grow up with me.

Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.

Her grief still burdened her, and she knew she would bear it the rest of her days.

Life Lesson 3: You can't rush grief. It has its own timetable. All you can do is make sure there are lots of soft places around -- beds, pillows, arms, laps.

Forgive my grief for one removedThy creature whom I found so fairI trust he lives in Thee and thereI find him worthier to be loved.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

...grief had no mercy, time limit, or expiration date.

Tears have always been easier to shed than explain.

moving on means we have to protect ourselves.

Wait.” Stefan’s voice was hard suddenly. Bonnie and Elena turned back and froze, embracing each other, trembling. “What is your—your father—going to do to you when he finds out that you allowed th

Someone carries my belief that raises hope in me, but flame didn’t last for long

Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate.

When stupidity reaches its highest level, we act rubbish knowingly

If he didn’t love so deeply, he couldn’t grieve so deeply. But he’s drowning in it.

It's like she has her heart in her hand and it's broken. She's holding it out and showing me all the little pieces. Or maybe it's my heart.

When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.

There are degrees of obsession, of awareness, of grief, of insanity.

I do hope that when the day comes, whether in 1, 10, or 100 years, I don’t want you to think of me and feel sad.

Which would you choose if you could:pleasure for yourself despite your friendsor a share in their grief?

[F]or grief is felt not so much for the want of what we have never known, as for the loss of that to which we have been long accustomed.

My hands are dying.

[I]t wasn't history that was too fragile, but me.

After breakage/there is always sleep.

So this, Harriet thought, gazing at her black-clad reflection, was what bearing up looked like. The eyes in the mirror stared at her, somehow, while fixing themselves far