Grief Quotes

Regardless of what you've been through we all process energy differently.

For me, adoption was grief in reverse.

Listen with your heart, not your brain. the heart only knows TRUTH!

How can it be that there is such a colossal gap between what we think we know about grief and mourning and what we actually find out when it comes to us?

Grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels....

Her grief has not so much changed her as stripped her down, stripped her body and her face.

Grief keeps coming back with the same things in its hands — you know this. You know that the hands of grief are memory. Again and again, grief holds the same few things.

All I have besides food is grief.

Love is love, and loss is loss. We all love, and we all die, and everyone suffers the pain of grieving. The trick is to enjoy what you have while you have it.

A beloved daughter who now spent holidays alone.

Slowly, painfully, I let go. It was like prying my own fingers off the edge of the cliff. And that hurt too-particularly the falling part, and not being sure what was at the b

Can you become a man without becoming your father?

Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me.

Grief is like a journey one must take on a winding mountainside, often seeing the same scenery many times, a road which eventually leads to somewhere we've never been before.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly

All my life I'd been a believing Christian. ... But that instant in the ER--the instant Annette [his wife] died--I seemed to feel my religious faith die

To kill was to be doomed. To kill was to die, yourself.

I felt like the sky around me was closing me in. Trapping me in some sort of bubble where time stands still and grief would linger on forever.

I look at people who aren’t us and I hate them.

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

Weeping is terrible for the complexion, ' said Leonie, holding Shayndel close, 'but it is very good for the heart.

One of the worst things about burying a child is the stress of wondering.

.....what happened to my little brother had to fit into my life, not consume or define it.

It was as if she had reached into her own pocket and discovered a small pebble, as hard as a diamond, that she had forgotten belonged to her.

Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out...though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love.

I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.

I wished for someone to hold me up. Suddenly someone was there.

In a matter of moments, I awakened to a life that wasn’t mine. It was like peering into a dark hidden world that I wasn’t supposed to know about and that my mind didn’t want to believe existed.

My grandmother whispering to herself, over and over, "David is in heaven now, David is in heaven now, ' my mind repeating Schrodinger's Cat, Schrodinger's Cat.

He missed him like he would miss the sun if it fell out of the sky.

He would be able to suffer what his son had suffered. He would be able to suffer and his suffering would for an instance displace his grief.

There is a phantom that flies with the banshees. It strangles the throat, pierces the heart and consumes the body with pain that only time and tears can expel.

He felt it deep, like a stone too big to heft out of the garden. He just had to how around it and make do.

Let…it…go, ” he whispers, his voice a fierce, harsh sound in my hair. “No. No!” The last word is screamed. “You have to. You can’t bleed it out. You can’t keep pretending, drinking it down.

When words can't make it better, hold my hand and don't let go.

Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows.

The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.

Pruned my subconscious. Discovered new shoots.

Wyatt told me once that if tenderness were a disease, I’d be terminal.

Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild and wired with no place to put those feelings.

I had had my night of weeping...I had purged myself of useless emotions that terrible night, now every nerve every sinew, every thought was bent on a single purpose

Experience teaches that the fire of mental grief is intensified by being confined to its own hearth.

(...) and then I realized there was no one else to call, which was the saddest thing. The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death was Augustus Water.

...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...

...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...

The death of loved ones often awakens the death inside of us.

...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...

May the beauty of the flowers remind us of the beauty of our loved one's spirit

...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...

Sorrow fades, " he muttered as he retrieved the last fragment, "grief dies, but Art lives forever.