Grief Quotes

Revenge is an orphan in bad company she had learnt. Until it accepts the truth, it may never find grace.

I truly do not know, and that unnameable feeling that comes with not knowing: it must be worse than grief. It must.

What peace it must be to know that someone is yours, no matter what - it is ordained, can never be otherwise.

I'm bored of it all being miserable. I just want something to change. There's nothing wrong with that is there?

Then you go ahead and cry, " Will said. That ended my weeping. Had he asked me not to cry, I would have not been able to stop, but his permission somehow quite my tears.

Most people are ennobled by the actual presence of death. But how long do you suppose this nobility will last in him?

He was never able to properly explain what happened to him that day. But he stopped being happy.

Do not cry, ” she said fiercely, but her own tears flowed. “Do not cry, Finnikin. For if we begin, our tears will never end.

He didn't sleep. His mother was too close. He could see every crease on her face, every worry line he'd ever given her.

If God had not grievance to all, we will not have survived up to the time we repented

I look up, and Jackson's eyes find mine. For a second, it almost feels like we're about to race into the hole to join you. Being buried alive has got to be better than whatever comes next.

There is something embarrassing about someone else's grief. It is hard to know what to do around it. The right answer, always, is hugs.

When people die, ' she said softly, 'It doesn't necessarily mean you're ready to give them up.

It was something new for her. New roads, new people, new places, new opportunities and new perspective. This is the one thing that inevitably moves a person through the grief. Growth heals grief.

Sometimes the grief was nearby, waiting, just barely held back, and I could ignore it for a while. But at other times it was like a cup that was always full and kept spilling over.

I'll never throw these small things away. There will never be a time when I don't want them, all the tiny parts of Cal that made a life.

We were familiar with the line that separates grief from madness, and we know that sometimes the only way to stay on the right side of it is to scream.

It never ends, the bruiseof being

as if all the years haven't dulled that moment. She's staring at a spot of air in front of it, and I know, in that spot of air, is her son.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things it can kill.

Those with no one to blame are alone with their grief.

It's a small thing, a life.

There is no right or wrong way to grief. There is only one way - your way!

I have seen people who find that grief gives them something they never had before, and no matter how terrible and real their loss they choose to hug that awfulness to them rather than push it away.

When I could find something to laugh about for 30 minutes, my grief lightened just enough to make the day bearable.

[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered.

Her grief was a burden so heavy, he came close to collapsing under it, and yet he couldn't lay it down.

Looking back together, telling our stories to one another, we learn how to be on our own.

Well, well, my dear. Are we so brokenhearted as that? Is the loss of that terrible prince really worth your life?

The black color is much deeper than to be overwhelmed by grief… Black hides everything within itself in the argument of elegance.

Sometimes I felt as if we were all wading around in grief, reluctant to admit to others how far we were waving or drowning.

Know that I fought Trinity, with every part of me, I fought

The fish will not blame you. You have to do this. I will not look at you and think you're a bad brother. Nobody will. You have to leave because this time you have to save yourself.

We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation, there are times when we would die if we did not weep…

We are generally not programmed to imagine death, to handle death, to absorb grief, at least not in the immediacy of things, definitely not when the ‘thing’ has happened to another person.

. . . when the horror of his grief was new to him, and every object in life, however trifling or however important, seem saturated with his one great sorrow.

...when I thought he loved me, when I thought we were joined not just for breath’s time, but for the long continuance, the hard candies of femur and stone, the fastnesses.

I have a number of questions. If I had half as many answers, I’d be in great shape.

The end of this life is not the end of life.

How should they know? I can't revealto a single friend what my soul conceals, whom I'm in love with or what I believe -my dreams, my thoughts - or why I grieve.

This is what it means to love someone. This is what it means to grieve someone. It’s a little bit like a black hole. It’s a little bit like infinity.

She would always love him. But she would not cease to function because he was gone

Suffering is so real & I walk amongst so many who have no idea how much my soul is aching to be healed.

But that slip of paper wouldn't disappear, ever, and neither would the image of his prostrate wife, and neither would the thought that if he could, it might greatly improve his life to end it.

Mourning leads not to resurrection.

I had no idea if the photos [of Osama bin Laden's dead body] would ever be made public, and I didn't care.

Perhaps that's what she caught, not Life Fatigue but just grief over a broken heart--and the bitterness that comes with being cheated too early of something true--like a young husband's love.

But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to...

With their mother lying in a coma twenty miles away, they clung together drunkenly and wept for the loss of their father.

Grief isn't like a map you can follow. It's not a simple route with a destination. Sometimes you loop back and find yourself in the exact same place you left.