Quotes on Grieving Poems

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship, and love, and death: Old Skip was my brother. They had buried him under our elm tree, they said-yet this wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.

There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.