Grief Quotes

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

~ C.s. Lewis

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.

~ Gail Caldwell

When a relationship of love is disrupted, the relationship does not cease. The love continues; therefore, the relationship continues. The work of grief is to reconcile and redeem life to a different love relationship.

~ W. Scott Lineberry

I had problems a therapist couldn't solve, grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.

~ Cheryl Strayed

I do not believe that grief is ever so great that it can not be contained within.

~ Judith Mcnaught

I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds.

~ Suzanne Collins

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

~ Orson Scott Card

Grief wraps around people, takes them to a place they would not go otherwise.

~ Patti Callahan Henry

...grief had no mercy, time limit, or expiration date.

~ Rebecca Yarros

Still everyone, including the abbot, had said that he was running away from his grief. They'd had no idea what they were talking about. He'd cradled his grief, almost to the point of loving it. For so long he refused to give it up, because leaving it behind was like leaving her.

~ Sue Monk Kidd

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

~ Susan Beth Pfeffer

Some grief shows much of love,But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

~ William Shakespeare

He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.

~ Nicholas Sparks

Tears have always been easier to shed than explain.

~ Marty Rubin

But Balthamos couldn't tell; he only knew that half his heart had been extinguished. He couldn't keep still: he flew up again, scouring the sky as if to seek out Baruch in this cloud or that, calling, crying, calling; and then he'd be overcome with guilt, and fly down to urge Will to hide and keep quiet, and promise to watch over him tirelessly; and then the pressure of his grief would crush him to the ground, and he'd remember every instance of kindness and courage that Baruch had ever shown, and there were thousands, and he'd forgotten none of them; and he'd cry that a nature so gracious could ever be snuffed out, and he'd soar into the skies again, casting about in every direction, reckless and wild and stricken, cursing the air, the clouds, the stars.

~ Philip Pullman

Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men.

~ Seneca

I tried to shut out the feelings that were hurting my heart with a thousand tiny pinpricks, which was somehow worse that having it broken all at once.

~ Morgan Matson

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.

~ Lurlene Mcdaniel

moving on means we have to protect ourselves.

~ Jojo Moyes

I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on

~ Kay Redfield Jamison

Wait.” Stefan’s voice was hard suddenly. Bonnie and Elena turned back and froze, embracing each other, trembling. “What is your—your father—going to do to you when he finds out that you allowed th

~ L.j. Smith

He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.

~ Victor Hugo

On the rebound one passes into tears and pathos. Maudlin tears. I almost prefer the moments of agony. These are at least clean and honest. But the bath of self-pity, the wallow, the loathsome sticky-sweet pleasure of indulging it--that disgusts me

~ C.s. Lewis

Someone carries my belief that raises hope in me, but flame didn’t last for long

~ Durgesh Satpathy

Getting over it so soon? But the words are ambiguous. To say the patient is getting over it after an operation for appendicitis is one thing; after he’s had his leg off is quite another. After that operation either the wounded stump heals or the man dies. If it heals, the fierce, continuous pain will stop. Presently he’ll get back his strength and be able to stump about on his wooden leg. He has ‘got over it.’ But he will probably have recurrent pains in the stump all his life, and perhaps pretty bad ones; and he will always be a one-legged man. There will be hardly any moment when he forgets it. Bathing, dressing, sitting down and getting up again, even lying in bed, will all be different. His whole way of life will be changed. All sorts of pleasures and activities that he once took for granted will have to be simply written off. Duties too. At present I am learning to get about on crutches. Perhaps I shall presently be given a wooden leg. But I shall never be a biped again.

~ C.s. Lewis

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

~ Sophocles

I'd love to know how Dad saw me when I was 6. I'd love to know a hundred things. When a parent dies, a filing cabinet full of all the fascinating stuff also ceases to exist. I never imagined how hungry I'd be one day to look inside it.

~ David Mitchell

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

~ Cormac Mccarthy

Then, instead of telling her that where there was life there was hope, or to let a smile be her umbrella, or that it was always darkest just before the dawn, or anything else that had just lately fallen out of the dog's ass, she simply held her. Because sometimes only holding was best. That was one of the things she had taught that man whose last name she had taken for her own--that sometimes it was best to be quiet; sometimes it was best to just shut your everlasting mouth and hang on, hang on, hang on.

~ Stephen King

A selfish person can still love someone else, can't they? Even when they've hurt them and let them down.

~ Rosamund Lupton

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

~ Banana Yoshimoto

We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delinaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. I know, he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

~ Diane Setterfield

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aidbeing ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbellyof a household is never pretty, ours no exception. There were times Istayed in my room for days on end with headphones on, if only so that Iwould not have to listen to my mother cry. There were the weeks that myfather worked round-the-clock shifts, so that he wouldn't have to comehome to a house that felt too big for us.

~ Jodi Picoult

Edgar, do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone? There's no rule book that says how to do this. She laughed, bitterly. Wouldn't that be great? No decisions to make. Everything laid right out for us. But there's no such thing. You want facts, don't you? Rules. Proof. You're like your father that way. Just because a thing can't be logged, charted, and summarized doesn't mean it isn't real. Half the time we walk around in love with the idea of a thing instead of the reality of it. But sometimes things don't turn out that way. You have to pay attentin to what's real, what's in the world. Not some imaginary alternative, as if it's a choice we could make.

~ David Wroblewski

In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear.

~ James Thurber

When stupidity reaches its highest level, we act rubbish knowingly

~ Durgesh Satpathy

If he didn’t love so deeply, he couldn’t grieve so deeply. But he’s drowning in it.

~ Dee Henderson

The way I pictured it, all this grief would be like a winter night when you're standing outside. You'll warm up once you get used to the cold. Except after you've been out there for awhile, you feel the warmth draining out of you and you realize the opposite is happening; you're getting colder and colder, as the body heat you brought outside with you seeps out of your skin. Instead of getting used to it, you get weaker the longer you endure it.

~ Rob Sheffield

It's like she has her heart in her hand and it's broken. She's holding it out and showing me all the little pieces. Or maybe it's my heart.

~ Nyrae Dawn

Her free hand was clenched in a fist. I held still, waiting for her to say something, to tell me she should have never left me here, where her friends might look to me for help.Finally she looked at me. Her eyes were hard, but she'd let no tears fall. This is where we blame those who are responsible, Cooper, she told me, her voice very soft. The colemongers, and the bought Dogs at Tradesmen's kennel. We'll leave an offering for him with the Black God when all this is done, and we'll occupy ourselves with tearing these colemongers apart. all right? We put grief aside for now.

~ Tamora Pierce