Grief Quotes
Sometimes God seems to be killing us when He is actually saving us.
But remember this. When God wants to punish us, he gives us just ourselves to care for.
Strange how knowing our story had no happy ending had freed us to live in the moment. We weren’t guy and girl. We weren’t damaged and terminal. We were just now.
On the way home I felt a great and simple sadness. I missed my dad. I missed him very much.
I recognized exactly where she was—that state where you’re able to hold it together as long as absolutely no one talks to you or touches you with any amount of sympathy.
Why did I think that this improvisation could never end? If I had seen that it could, what would I have done differently? What would he?
I will die kissing your mad cold mouth, embracing the lost bouquet of your body, and searching for the light of your closed eyes
Should could no longer feel grief. She was now like a Geiger counter that had been subjected to too much radiation, no longer capable of giving any reaction, noiselessly displaying a reading of zero.
The mightiest power of death is not that it can make people die, but that it can make people left behind want to stop living, she thinks, without remembering where she heard that.
The harsh light above them caught her face, and Sean could see what she'd look like when she was much older - a handsome woman, scarred by wisdom she never asked for.
The wife watched her neighbor get fat over the next year. The Germans have a word for that. Kummerspeck. Literally, grief bacon.
I am not wise enough to know if there is ever purpose in tragedy, if there is ever virtue in resisting it. If it cannot be overcome, then grief has beaten you, and you are right to say so.
But grief changes. It softens, adapts its shape to become a part of you. That kind of sorrow never gets any lighter, but you grow accustomed to the weight as you carry it on.
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?
No one has ever held me so tightly. It's a shock to matter this much. It isn't like arms are around me, it's more like a house, as if he has made a house around me. As he did around Tommy.
My grief sought out all parts of my body it hadn't yet inhabited, and I felt like I might collapse in on myself right there, at last, spectacularly
I can't recall the sound of your voiceStill, I bring flowers and meet the skyask it to hold me, too.
...It is a sad truth in life that when someone has lost a loved one, friends sometimes avoid the person, just when the presence of friends is most needed.
Besides a burial service is rather lovely. Makes you feel uplifted, the grief is real. It makes you feel awful but it does something to you. I mean, it works it out like perspiration.
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart's Shed blood.
One of my pa...friends... isn't doing very well.""...Is your friend dying?""...Yes honey, he is.""That's sad.
Death might be a blessing if it means you never have to face this kind of grief.
As hard as it is, grieving can be a gift, if we use it to examine our own lives and come closer to those we love.
By day, Ian was like the stars, there but not there. At night was when the beasts of grief came for her.
My mother was lost to me, but I wasn’t lost. She had anchored me, to Amma, my father, Link, Gatlin, before she left. I felt her in the streets, my house, the library, even the pantry.
It may be difficult, but thru sorrow, it’s important to find happiness in our memories and be very thankful to have them!
And grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away, and the person so real, so beloved, becomes a dim, slightly out-of-focus shadow.
See that's exactly why I don't want a dog." "Why?" "Because it'll just die." "Everybody dies, Brooklyn." Like that makes it okay or something.
Ill lose myself in the pain. It might not make sense. But it works.
After Lucca died, everything shut down. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't talk. Somehow they got me on the plane and back home.
There was healing in the tyranny, and tyranny in the healing.
And yes, being lovesick is like being in mourning. Because you die, because your future dies and you with it...There is a hurting time. It lasts for so long. But it gets better. I know that now.
When the dream that was no longer can be, you have to dream a different dream.
All that grieved me - that I was half one thing and half another and nothing wholly - was the sorrow of my childhood, but the strength and use of my life after I grew up.
In this waiting, there is witness.
The line between the living and the dead may not be much of a line at all, but the terrain is not for the weak of heart.
He would only be here one more night.And then back on deployment, whispered the dark part of my soul. He might never come back. You might be the last woman he ever has.
His mother was as frosty as the polar icecaps. His sister was gone. Who did he have that cared about him? Who would remind him that he mattered?
Honoring a life is honoring the wide open space of wilderness and unknowing where the sacred dwells.
Resurrection does not come without crucifixion, and you cannot celebrate Easter without living Good Friday.
Icy fingers walked down my spine, and I realized I was trembling. I wanted this to stop. Wanted Jas to stop before he made this whole situation a million times worse, but I couldn’t speak.
Are we meant to be pilgrims of the depths?
What is known might sometimes sustain us, but what is unknown will save us.