Grief Quotes

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Love was holding someone's hand when you wanted to escape.

His suppressed grief becomes anger. But what can he do with anger? It must also be suppressed.

Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.

Grief doesn't have a face.

Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.

Grief is great. Only you and I in this land know that yet. Let us be good to one another.

I hope I’m the ghost that belongs to her.

The accumulation of grief over one lifetime is more then one heart can bear."Robert explained."Only the heartless could withstand more.Or the very young, those too naive to truly understand loss.

What I think is that there is no perspective in grief, or in love. How can there be, when one person becomes the center of the universe - either because he has been lost or because he has been found?

I've never seen grief like it. Grief like that, it's like an animal. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She's whimpering. She's sluggish. She's not herself

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.

Here’s the truth: Who is spared love is spared grief.

Grief. This is what it does to people. It makes them strangers to themselves.

The deeper the grief, the more radiant the love.

It seemed everyone knew their place in it, but I was in the mood where I would rather be alone and look a houseplants.

Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

And we mustn't lose our sense of humor, " Mrs. Which said. "The only way to cope with something deadly serious is to try to treat it a little lightly.

You're my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, find me, come back from wherever you are. Be with me.

There are lies in tears. The ones we weep most loudly are usually for ourselves, yet how easily we can pass them off as grief.

For each person I lost I found a new layer of grief to cover myself with, and each time I tried to bring something of their essence into my own being - be it unconditional love, kindness and piety.

Unexpressed grief leaves the deepest scars.

Strange, what the heart can bear. It can carry grief beyond measure. It can bear a weight that is too great to speak of. But a heart can't bear the world. It has its limits...

Time doesn't always heal all wounds.

A grief travels with us as far as we carry it.

He thinks he can see all her grief in her face, all her love and empty days.

The tough times start, " he said, "the day the last casserole dish is returned.

Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.

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People come and go from our lives all the time. It's not our fault that people leave. The Universe is just making room for new people with new lessons.

There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

We cried. The bones and dust of our fathers cried with us.

The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in the excess of grief.

Grief made fools of us all. There was shock in it, but there could hardly be surprise.

We may find great relief and inexplicable solace in purposefully looking beyond grief in order to determine the provision made within it.

Thus heaven's gift to us is this: That habit takes the place of bliss.

A grieving son was given the opportunity to write parting words on a card at his mother's funeral. He quoted the verse, "And morning came and Jesus was standing on the shore.

In our springtime there is no better, there is no worse.Blossoming branches burgeon as they must.Some are long, some are short.Stay upright.Stay with life.

She'd never been religious. She hadn't allowed grief to send her crawling to the church.

The captain’s eyes betrayed what his countenance must conceal: the anguish of an ancient being who must honour his birthright by living beyond those whom he would have given much to keep.

People grieve in different ways, some silently, some in anger, some in spite. Rarely does grief bring out the best in people, despite what local historians like to tell you.

There is greater clarity in the still waters of sadness, something not found in the babbling brooks of more sought after emotions.

Funerals seem less about comforting the souls of these dearly departed than aboutcomforting the people they leave behind.

If you try to hold people to your standard of conduct you will go mad with disappointment and grief.

Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You're not supposed to walk away!

She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.

My friends love me terribly, and their grief will be a screaming storm if I die.

Modern anxiety is expressed in the longing for what most people fear, even as modern grief is expressed in the unconsummated mourning for what they never really had.

Alex had cooked, and coaxed, and helped Mark form borders around the shapeless days. Alex had given meaning to the word "servant".

Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.