Grief Quotes

I suppose that the human mind can only stand so much grief and anguish. After that the fuses blow.

There need not be a purpose to a person's death, other than that they have lived the length of their days on this Earth and now begin the longer part of their existence.

He had pulled out of that grief, eventually – out from under the suffocating weight of it. Suffering had formed him: made him silent and deliberate, thoughtful: deep.

Sorry doesn’t make anything better. It’s just a word to fill the space of a loss of words.

Grief does not change you. It reveals you.

it's easy to be forgetful when you're grieving, even forget those things that you believe most people wouldn't.

I am not alive if I am only a wispy memory in someone’s fickle brain . . .

Grieving the loss of a loved one—whether human or animal—is not only permissible, it is essential.

Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They're for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.

Secrets are festering parasites to a relationship, devouring their hosts from within, leaving behind a empty hollow husk of what once was.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain...

Only parents and torturers and the janitors of holocausts are asked to stand the sound of so much human grief.

Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die.

Loss reshapes us and teaches us to fill ourselves with something new. If we resist, we feel as you do. Hollow. Empty.

2.15 GRIEFAll the grief of every man, Remove himself – he only can, For this grief that be within, Be caused by his own thinking.[110] - 2

She should have died on that day. Perhaps, in a way, she had.

Sorry. Don't need sorry. Not in this house. Sorry laid the hearth here. Sorry ways and sorry people and heavensent grief and heartache to make you pine for your death.

'Nothing can make death easier, ' Cala said, 'but silence can make it harder.' 'Speaking helps not, ' Maia said.

'The grief didn't fade, but it changed into something I could carry around with me, a noose I wore around my neck. It wasn't until I saw you that the knot loosened.'

I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.

He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder.

How will I go on without her?!The answer was very simple: one day at a time.

For as long as it takes for the sorrow and pain to transfer into acceptance. I’ll stay here. With you. By your side. I won’t leave.”“Promise?”“Vow.” I placed his hands gently on the piano. “I vow.

Dying is a very solitary thing. The only thing we can do it be there when she wants us there.

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

I can’t shake you.

I let myself relax into the pattern of the recipe.

They had not yet started out across a continent of grief that a lifetime of walking could not cover.

Stop your weeping. Grief is for the dead.

Grief ends up giving you the two best things: softness and illumination.

If you've been hurt and you've grieved and you've been through the mill, it takes a long time to get over it.

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.

Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.

Grief is not very different from illness: in the impetus of its fire it does not recognise lords, it does not fear colleagues, it does not respect or spare anyone, not even it

I didn't cry. Real things don't make me cry. Only false or sentimental things can do that. In this respect I'm like most civilised humans.

I realized that for the time being I could not trust myself to present a coherent face to the world.

Happiness is a choice, To make a choice is utilizing your freewill to choose. Courage is getting out of your own way to let Happiness happen in your life in Abundance!

We don't get to choose the things that happen to us in life. What we can choose is how to react to them, how we deal with them, and how we move on.

She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.

In the monotony of everyday existence grief comes as a holiday, and a fire is an entertainment. A scratch embellishes an empty face.

I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

Isn’t it tragic that sometimes it takes grief to understand what we have held so dear?

I will bear this grief, I will endure it. I will reach a point where it doesn't kick me down an abyss whenever I turn my back on it.

Man only likes counting his grief, he doesn't count his happiness. But if he were to count properly, he'd see that there's enough of both lots for him.

Like young fern shootsmy child's fingers curled.I did not expect, in the fifth month, frost.

He wept bitter tears over the death of his enemy. It was his enemy, after all, who knew him best and kept him up at night.

... being with people who don't understand is worse than being alone with her grief.

my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect