Grief Quotes

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It’s those that bring us grief that linger.

Sorrow makes men sincere.

Sorrows cannot all be explained away in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions.

I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.

Tis long ere time can mitigate your grief; To wisdom fly, she quickly brings relief.

What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

Time takes away the grief of men.

There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.

Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men.

For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.

Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side?

Wealth and honor, benefits and blessings shall enrich my life; poverty and failures, grief and anxiety shall help fulfill it. In my life, I will serve heaven and earth; in death I will find peace.

If we are willing, the experience of grief can deepen and widen our ability to participate in life.

Trauma never goes away completely, it changes perhaps, softens some with time, but never completely goes away.

He who can conceal his joys, is greater than he who can hide his griefs

Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly - hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear.

(All the grief she had suffered over her lifetime had moulded her face into a mask of eternal sadness)

...he who remains passive when over-whelmed with grief loses his best chance of recovering his elasticity of mind.

People complain about their griefs and sorrows and how they pray to God but find no relief from pain. But grief itself is a gift from God. It is the symbol of His compassion.

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

It is good to divert our sorrow for other things to the root of all, which is sin. Let our grief run most in that channel, that as sin bred grief, so grief may consume sin.

After an eternity of seeking the sudden threshold of seeing and finding leaves one filled with a strange paradox of ecstasy and grief. I was born to see.

Believe in dreams. Never believe in hurts... You can't let the grief and the hurts and the breaking experiences of life control your future decisions.

Joy lives concealed in grief.

And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Life is a mosaic of pleasure and pain - grief is an interval between two moments of joy.

Your central self is totally untouched by grief, confusion, desperation.

Some of your griefs you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you've endured From evils that never arrived.

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

The activity affected by causes like fainting, sleep, excessive joy, grief, possession by spirits, fear etc goes to the heart, its own place.

As a child I had dealt with a lot of loss and grief. I was constantly losing my parents, losing my home, constantly moving around, living with this stranger, that stepfather, or whatever.

We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.

Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

I do see that there is an argument against suicide: the grief of the worshipers left behind, the awful famine in their hearts, these are too costly terms for the release.

She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.

(Grief) is something you never really get over, but you put it in a place inside you and deal with it in the way you have to.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.