Grief Quotes
...it is love, imperfect and unordered, that keeps them apart, even as it holds them somehow together...
For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those stones then forget.
Don't lick your wounds unless you care to taste the sting a second time.
My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping.
I wish I believed him. He's looking at me like he can see where I begin.
Well, it is a particular sin to permit grief for what is gone to poison the praise for what blessings remain to us.
Larkin gets it, got it, the lies we live just to tread through time.
It was a look that suggested emotions happening just past your line of sight: a grief so deep you'd never be able to see it, a love so fierce it could swallow itself completely.
Sometimes I guess it just feels better to know that you have someone to help you when you can’t even help yourself. ~ Willow Mosby (Exposing ELE)
My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.
Sometimes what a person expresses in their eyes is more than all the books you could read on suffering.
Mark Spitz didn't ask about Harry. You never asked about the characters that disappeared from a Last Night story. You knew the answer. The plague had a knack for narrative closure.
By standing respectfully and faithfully at the borders of another’s solitude, we may mediate the love of God to a person who needs something deeper than any human being can give.
I would have been glad if it had been the Lord's will to let one of my children live.
What is love for, if not to intensify our affections—both in life and death? But, O, do not be bitter. It is tragically self-destructiveto be bitter.
It's not that I am not moved by these things, that I don't them in my life. But lately, their power has diminished." - 140
I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)
oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)
...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)
...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...
He took the box but did not avail himself of a tissue. She understood. Sometimes it was comforting to feel the wetness of grief's tears on your face.
As I walk through the redwood trees, my sneakers sopping up days of rain, I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes, when grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
Who but my mother held those small pieces of my childhood? Where would they go when she was gone?
Man is more himself, more manlike, when joy is the fundamental thing and grief superficial.
We'd all mourn for a while, but at the end of the day we were a tough lot, and we'd survive.
I loved everything about her, and I didn't care how dark she got. If anything it was what I loved the most, the veil of pain that fell across her face most of the day, and all of the night.
When I was young I wanted so much to be like her. What a blessing are those moments when there is nothing to worry about, no thought of trouble or grief in the world.
You can't beat yourself up anymore, ' he says. 'And you can't compare your thing to my thing or to anyone else's thing on the how-bad-should-I-feel? scale.
...grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. ...It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.
It is the blessing of dumb work done close to the earth-one gritty minute at a time, we move forward.
I was so incredibly nostalgic for a life I knew I'd never, ever have again.
Remember that a fresh breath of life follows every sigh of exasperation. Breathe in, breathe out, and ENJOY every moment. It is how everything begins and ends. - Charmainism
Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.
WHE YOU FOCUS ON HEALING AND OVERCOME A TRAGEDY OR CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE, YOU BECOME A SURVIVOR, NOT A VICTIM ANYMORE.
She thought of the Good Shepherd with His sheep. Of the Man hanging upon the cross. And the understanding bubbled up within her soul: He makes all things new.
Bereavement, despair, ache, yearning happen to all. We all bear the pain of grief. We all take them in our own ways. And we are all blessed with the grace to transcend. (Page xii)
Lament invoked love.Woe invoked wonder.Grief invoked grace.Cry invoked celebration.(Page 80)
Hitting bottom is an inside job — it's something that happens within our consciousness.