Grieving Quotes
Live your life in such a way that you'll be remembered for your kindness, compassion, fairness, character, benevolence, and a force for good who had much respect for life, in general.
How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding, " I say. "It´s Normandy out there.
Had life not given me reasons to grieve, I would never have known the healing power of a hug.
Loss is an invitation to a journey of unparalleled growth, yet we seldom RSVP the invitation.
To ease a grieving heart is the world's greatest pleasure, more so, when the heart is yours.
Reading is, with friendship, one of the surest contributions to the work of grieving. It helps us, more generally, to grieve for the limitations of our life, the limitations of the human condition.
from under the ground, from under the waters, they clutch at us, they clutch at us, we won’t let go.
Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.
In my gut-wrenching honesty and by acknowledging our big, big God, I found peace.
Her death...brought me as nothing else could do to know and end my jealousy of God. It saved her faith from assault.
Chronic illness is hard. Pain is hard. Isolation is hard. The financial cost is hard. Grieving is hard and necessary and sometimes takes far longer than we every imagined.
Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.
You can’t truly heal from a loss until you allow yourself to really FEEL the loss.
The present is too often squandered grieving the past or fearing the future, which makes the present nothing more than a cheap facsimile of what was or what will be instead of what it could be.
The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.
Time heals nothing. It only brings other issues and tissues, and takes what is incurable or unacceptable out of the center of our attention.
Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.
We would prefer all gain and no loss in life, yet that would gain us nothing more than great loss.
The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.
Grief came in waves, sometimes big, sometimes small, but even on the calmest days, the grief remained. The tide still came ashore.
... he wasn't crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.
Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.
I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.
Grief makes gravity heavier and air molecules denser, so breathing is accomplished in a shallow, half-hearted way.
There is no right or wrong way to grief. There is only one way - your way!
When I could find something to laugh about for 30 minutes, my grief lightened just enough to make the day bearable.
In the chain of events, it is arbitrary to be sentimental about the passing of any one link.
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.
There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.
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.
I am not alive if I am only a wispy memory in someone’s fickle brain . . .
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.
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.
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.
Death doesn't happen instantly. For a little while, you hover around your body, confused. What you want more than anything is to go home, to be safe, to know you're okay. But my life was over.
You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me.... You'll be all right.
Remembering our loved ones is breathing life into their fading images, that we might once more see their faces and pass along a tearful “I miss you.
A dog's good for filling a grief-dug hole.""In the Shape of Shep
To confront death, in any guise, is to identify with the victim and face what is unsettling and sobering
Looking back, my greatest regret is not that I didn't love them enough (to the brink of insanity and back again), but that I couldn't save them from themselves.