Quotes on Grieving

Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.

You grieve Not that heaven does not exist but That it exists without us

If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

A mother experiences more than one death, even though she herself will only die once. She fears for her husband; she fears for her children; again she fears for the women and children who belong to her children. ... For each of these-whether for loss of possessions, bodily illness, or undesired misfortune-she mourns and grieves no less than those who suffer.

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

Our grandfathers were less well-housed, well-fed, well-clothed than we are. The strivings by which they bettered their lot are also those which deprived us of [Passenger] pigeons. Perhaps we now grieve because we are not sure, in our hearts, that we have gained by the exchange. The gadgets of industry bring us more comforts than the pigeons did, but do they add as much to the glory of the spring?

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

You can truly grieve for every officer who's been lost in the line of duty in this country, and still be troubled by cases of police overreach.

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

I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

For each thorn, there's a rosebud... For each twilight - a dawn... For each trial - the strength to carry on, For each storm cloud - a rainbow... For each shadow - the sun... For each parting - sweet memories when sorrow is done.

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.

Reality is harsh. It can be cruel and ugly. Yet no matter how much we grieve over our environment and circumstances nothing will change. What is important is not to be defeated, to forge ahead bravely. If we do this, a path will open before us.

It takes courage to grieve, to honor the pain we carry. We can grieve in tears or in meditative silence, in prayer or in song. In touching the pain of recent and long-held griefs, we come face to face with our genuine human vulnerability, with helplessness and hopelessness. These are the storm clouds of the heart.

A human life is a story told by God.

But now his dry and silent grieving for his lost wife must end, for there she stood, the fierce, recalcitrant, and fragile stranger, forever to be won again.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.

Love cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

The heart that breaks open can contain the whole universe.