Explore Quotes on Grief

See how time makes all grief decay.

What this anger hides is grief ... the reality that his wife didn't value their marriage as much as he did. He realizes it was a mistake.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

Rage keeps the person who feels it company. It moves into the hollows left by grief and loss, and turns inside you like a dark furred animal that grows and fills you; it kills off loneliness and takes its place.

Rarely is the pain of losing someone expressed with such directness, energy, and, yes, humor. The grief in Evan Kuhlman'sWolf Boyis palpable, and so is the flawed, honest humanity of his characters. Here is real loss and somehow, real catharsis.

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.

Everything in his life had come down to the sensation of her fingers against his. The person he was, the history he carried within himself, every joy and grief he had ever experienced, slipped way like an irrelevant garment. He was nothing but skin, speaking to another skin, and between the skins there was no need to find any words.

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.

What is your personal carrying capacity for grief, rage, despair? We are living in a period of mass extinction. The numbers stand at 200 species a day. That's 73,000 a year. This culture is oblivious to their passing, feels entitled to their every last niche, and there is no roll call on the nightly news.

The only way past the pain is through it. Pain, grief, anger, misery...they don't go away-they just increase and compound and get worse. You have to live through them, acknowledge them. You have to give your pain its due.

When we first meet what we love, we could become poets for our longing. When we are removed from what we love, we become singers of grief and weavers of elegant description.

Let me be to my sad self hereafter kind.

When a child dies, it breaks the pattern, the most fundamental pattern in life.

A mourner is, perforce, a person with a story. The pity is, how very rarely it gets told.

It's a wonderful thing to write. You can reclaim the things you lost.

Avoid the question 'why me?.' It saves a lot of grief

Greed takes a person to the watering place but gets him back without letting him drink. It undertakes responsibility but does not fulfill it. Often the drinker gets choked before quenching his thirst. The greater the worth of a thing yearned for, the greater is the grief for its loss. Desires blind the eyes of understanding. The destined share would reach him who does not approach it.

The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.