Grief Quotes by Johnny Cash, Leo Tolstoy, David Gill, James Van Praagh, Don Marquis, Stephen Levine and many others.
There’s no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
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.
I want to teach parents how they can help their kids with death, grief, and losing things, the journey of life.
This is another day! Are its eyes blurred with maudlin grief for any wasted past? A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt! Let dust clasp dust, death, death; I am alive!
Nothing is more natural than grief, no emotion more common to our daily experience. It’s an innate response to loss in a world where everything is impermanent.
Self-pity, a dominant characteristic of sociopaths, is also the characteristic that differentiates heroic storytelling from psychological rumination. When you talk about your experiences to shed light, you may feel wrenching pain, grief, anger, or shame. Your audience may pity you, but not because you want them to.
I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend’s prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
Sadness, irritability, fatigue, and distractedness are among the most common side effects of grief while parenting.
I feel that much of the world’s sorrow comes from people who are this, yet allow themselves to be treated as that.
I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be. I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.
The world believes it was built by love but reading Shah Jahan’s own words on the Taj, one could say it was grief that built the Taj Mahal and it was sorrow that saw it through sixteen years till completion.
It was a sort of peace I have rarely enjoyed since. As if we were the only two souls on earth—all of nature ours to enjoy. I wondered why a creator who had dreamt such beauty would have slandered it with such evil. Such grief. Why He had not been content to leave it unspoilt. I still wonder.
Forgiveness: You cannot afford to withhold forgiveness. Nothing will destroy your life more surely, for there is a great hidden grief in the denial of forgiveness. Your heart is so heavy from what you have not forgiven that you bear the offenses of another as if they were your own.
I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.
Immature strategy is the cause of grief.
Light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb.
I can wade Grief — Whole Pools of it — I’m used to that — But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet — And I tip — drunken — Let no Pebble — smile — ‘Twas the New Liquor — That was all!
Every love story is a potential grief story.
All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.
There is no end to grief. Nor no end to poetry.
The front windows as are the watchmen of grief – I’ve been looking beyond expectation – Beyond myself – and I do not know as I love you – Which one of us is missing.
There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation.
It’s a very performative thing, grief. As with so much in modern life, I think there’s a whole performative layer to what we do because we feel like there’s a private TV show viewing our lives.
The spoken word is man’s physician in grief. For this alone has soothing charms for the soul.
Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.
As crime writers, we put these characters, year after year, book after book, through the most horrendous trauma, dealing with grief and death and loss and violence. We can’t pretend that these things don’t affect these characters; they have to. If they don’t, then you’re essentially writing cartoons.
History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
The day after Britain voted to leave the European Union, I woke up determined to make a success of Brexit. I was surprised by how quickly I went to acceptance of the result, without passing through any of the prior stages of grief.
People talk about the pain of grief, but I don’t know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.
Turn the mind inward and cease thinking of yourself as the body; thereby you will come to know that the self is ever happy. Neither grief nor misery is experienced in this state.
It’s not possible to put into words the sense of loss and grief that comes to a family that loses one of their children.
On Harry dug, deeper and deeper into the hard, cold earth, subsuming his grief in sweat, denying the pain in his scar.
Funeral: a pageant whereby we attest our respect for the dead by enriching the undertaker, and strengthen our grief by an expenditure that deepens our groans and doubles our tears.
Were my smile not submerged in my countenance, / I should suspend it over her grave.
Grief starts to become indulgent, and it doesn’t serve anyone, and it’s painful. But if you transform it into remembrance, then you’re magnifying the person you lost and also giving something of that person to other people, so they can experience something of that person.
In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.
I can do glamour, but I can also play something like I did in the play ‘Wild Justice,’ where I was demented with grief and anger, and there was snot coming out of my nose, and my clothes were all over the place.
The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack
If Im feeling outraged, grief, disbelief, frustration, sympathy, that gets channeled through me and into my pictures and hopefully transmitted to the viewer.
Again and again, I learn how much friendship enriches my life, bringing warmth, assurance, humour, inspiration, a sense of security. It depends on honesty, trust, loyalty. It’s about giving. It’s for sharing the good times, but also the tough times, hurt, grief, sadness.
Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting
Grief doesn’t change you. It reveals you.
The federal [bank deposit] insurance scheme has worked up to now simply and solely because there have been very few bank failures. The next time we have a pestilence of them it will come to grief quickly enough, and if the good banks escape ruin with the bad ones it will be only because the taxpayer foots the bill.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Occasionally, Americans in large numbers are moved by a vanquished athlete’s grief. Larry Bird with a towel over his head in 1979 comes immediately to mind. But more often, sports fans do the opposite – they delight in the desolation of a defeated archrival.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief… For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.
It is not hope but despair that gives us the measure of our ambitions. We may yield secretly to beautiful poems of hope but grief looms start and stripped of all veils.
The dreamer’s valuation of a thing lost – not another man’s – is the only standard to measure it by, and his grief for it makes it large and great and fine, and is worthy of our reverence in all cases.
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
No education is worth having that does not teach the lesson of concentration on a task, however unattractive. These lessons, if not learnt early, will be learnt, if at all, with pain and grief in later life.
Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.
It happened. It was awful. You aren’t perfect. That’s all there is. Don’t confuse your grief with guilt.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
Silence augmenteth grief, writing increaseth rage
What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.
The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you’re faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking.
Good grief. You two look like Village of the Sofa Damned. (Cassandra)
When I was 12, my mother passed away from heart failure, leaving us in grief and in debt from her medical bills.
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;When thou art old there’s grief enough for thee.
I am commodifying my grief, to put it really bluntly. I accept it. And I try not to think about it.
This is not to say I don’t feel my own grief, which can hit powerfully at unexpected times. It’s just that the telling does not automatically bring on my own upset, as people assume. I deal more with their reaction than they do with mine, and so you have to choose your timing.
I think it’s too easy to recount your unhappy memories when you write about yourself. You bask in your own innocence. You revere your grief. You arrange your angers at their most becoming angles.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
O madam, my old heart is cracked, it’s cracked!
Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind.
Grief is a world you walk through skinned, unshelled.
There are friendships to one who lives in society; thus our present grief arises from having friendships; observing the evils resulting from friendship, let one walk alone like a rhinoceros.
No man’s condition is so base as his;
None more accurs’d than he; for man esteems
Him hateful, ’cause he seems not what he is;
God hates him, ’cause he is not what he seems;
What grief is absent, or what mischief can
Be added to the hate of God and man?
None more accurs’d than he; for man esteems
Him hateful, ’cause he seems not what he is;
God hates him, ’cause he is not what he seems;
What grief is absent, or what mischief can
Be added to the hate of God and man?
Great griefs medicine the less.
My parents moved to England with that immigrant ethos of self-betterment, but I don’t think they expected the kind of grief they experienced.
Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women, kitchen of love, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers.
The human capacity for grief. It just isn’t capable of providing an adequate emotional response once the dead exceed a few dozen in number. And it doesn’t just level off – it just gives up, resets itself to zero.
For people sometimes believed that it was safer to live with complaints,
was necessary to cooperate with grief, was all right to become an accomplice in self-ambush…
Take heart to flat out decide to be well and stride into the future sane and whole.
was necessary to cooperate with grief, was all right to become an accomplice in self-ambush…
Take heart to flat out decide to be well and stride into the future sane and whole.
grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping
Or-but this more rarely happened-she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it.
I’ve learned a thing or two from Barrons: Power is sexy. It shapes my spine, infuses my beckoning hand. I have not been devastated by Barrons’ death. The alchemy of grief has forged a new metal. I have been transformed. There’s only one way I can make his death okay. Undo it.
Great unhappiness is incompatible with the belief that it will ever end.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
Grief releases love and it also instills a profound sense of connection.
The Backstreet Boys posted a cover of our single ‘Good Grief.’ It was so cool, and they reached out to us, saying, ‘When you’re in town, come to the show.’
Grieving doesn’t make you imperfect. It makes you human.
I want you to notice is that-right here, right now-you’re okay. You may be in pain, you may be in fear, you may be in grief. But you’re here, you’re surviving; this moment is okay.
… how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new.
Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure
You don’t get over it because ‘it’ is the person you loved.
When your fear touches someone’s pain, it becomes pity, when your love touches someone’s pain, it become compassion.
Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.
If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.
Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That’s the deal.
Grief,she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner’s loss.
The World Will Break Your Heart. Grief might be, in some ways, the long aftermath of love, the internal work of knowing, holding, more fully valuing what we have lost.
‘Cinderella’ touches on loss, and there was definitely a strong sense of grief in my life.
But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer.
I got a lot of grief from my teammates about that. It might backfire on my mom. Hopefully, my brother will have another chance somewhere down the road.
Grief for a dead Wife, and a troublesome Guest, Continues to the threshold, and there is at rest; But I mean such wives as are none of the best
After I quit the U.S. Ski Team, there was a fair amount of, you know, grief that follows that, and I just wanted to take a year off. And I had a friend that lived in Los Angeles, said I could crash on his couch. And so I just kind of did the first really spontaneous thing I’d done in my young adult life.
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
As a child I had dealt with a lot of loss and grief. I was constantly losing my parents, losing my home, constantly moving around, living with this stranger, that stepfather, or whatever.
You know what the doctor said to me to cheer me up?” Fat said. “There are worse diseases than cancer.” “Did he show you slides?” We both laughed. When you are nearly crazy with grief, you laugh at what you can.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
I know there are five stages of grief, but my parents raised me to pull up my socks when times get tough.
Our griefs cannot mar the melody of our praise, we reckon them to be the bass part of our life’s song, ‘He hath done great things for us, whereof we are glad.’
People who’ve had happy childhoods are wonderful, but they’re bland… An unhappy childhood compels you to use your imagination to create a world in which you can be happy. Use your old grief. That’s the gift you’re given.
You mourn, for it is proper to mourn. But your grief serves you; you do not become a slave to grief. You bid the dead farewell, and you continue.
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.
I am someone who has a cold heart. If I am beside a great grief I throw barriers up so the loss cannot go too deep or too far. There is a wall instantly in place, and it will not fall.
Too many people I’ve loved dearly have left this earth. And some I’ve lost are still here breathing the same air. That grief can be comparable if not worse in its consumption.
It is better to die of hunger having lived without grief and fear, than to live with a troubled spirit, amid abundance
I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
I came from a hard, working-class world which, since my mother’s death, had been dominated by men. I hadn’t been encouraged to talk about the burden of grief, and because I was severely underdeveloped when it came to sharing my emotions, I mustn’t have been the most communicative husband.
Count not thyself to have found true peace, if thou hast felt no grief; nor that then all is well if thou hast no adversary; nor that this is perfect, if all things fall out according to thy desire.
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other’s arms.
If ever I said in grief or pride, I’d tired of honest things, I lied.
My mother, who is nearly ninety now, still talks continually about my father. All my life, I’ve been aware of her grief about his absence and her strong pride in his conduct.
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.
Sadness flies away on the wings of time.
under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet, every person you meet should be regarded as one of the walking wounded. we have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief. we have never seen a totally sane human being.
Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other calms us by the reminder that we deserve nothing else.
Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.
Grief is natural; the absence of all feeling is undesirable, but moderation in grief should be observed, as in the face of all good or evil.
Wealth and honor, benefits and blessings shall enrich my life; poverty and failures, grief and anxiety shall help fulfill it. In my life, I will serve heaven and earth; in death I will find peace.
Human beings suffer agonies, and their sad fates become legends; poets write verses about them and playwrights compose dramas, and the remembrance of past grief becomes a source of present pleasure – such is the strange alchemy of the spirit.
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through.
I think it’s okay to talk about grief and sorrow. Especially for women, when you lose a child or have a miscarriage, it’s good to talk about it, as a lot of people don’t want you to speak about those things. It makes people sad, but sometimes you’ve got to.
Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit.
Grief is a room without doors – but somehow, with its tinsel and cliches, Christmas finds a way in.
Sorrow is the great idealizer.
…with a grief no less sharp for not being intimate with its object.
Most people deal with grief in an awkward way, and that can be funny.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
in much knowledge there is also much grief.
Receding from grief, it seems necessary to retrace the same steps that brought us there.
I can be almost terminally grief-stricken because things are so dire, but at the same, there’s a real lightheartednes s about just the recoverability of life, of how things change, how they’re not the same, ever again.
Friendships multiply joys and divide griefs.
Grief is the great equalizer.
Waiting is worse than knowing. Grief rends the heart cleanly, that it may begin to heal; waiting shreds the spirit.
We’ve lost our sense of outrage, our anger, and our grief about what’s going on in our culture right now, what’s going on in our country, the atrocities that are being committed in our names around the world. They’ve gone missing; these feelings have gone missing.
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrell to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.
ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
Success doesn’t change you… It reveals you
That’s the great test: if you’re going to be a great comic writer, not a humorist, you’ve got to take it into the throat of grief. Can you make laughter and seriousness so close that they are the same thing?
I always noticed that in art school, that grief was considered more profound than happiness. But why?
We do not want to lose our grief, because our grief is bound up with our love and we could not cease to mourn without being robbed of our affections.
Grief doesn’t fade. Grief scabs over like my scars and pulls into new, painful configurations as it knits. It hurts in new ways. We are never free from grief.
Nothing is durable, I think anybody who thinks sex is durable is going to have a lot of grief.
Grief is natural,’ she said. ‘Overcoming it is a matter of choice.
I hope that tomorrow we can all, wherever we are, join in expressing our grief at Diana’s loss, and gratitude for her all-too-short life. It is a chance to show to the whole world the British nation united in grief and respect.
Each person’s grief journey is unique as a fingerprint or a snowflake.
Death is only an old door/Set in a garden wall.
The obliterated place is equal parts destruction and creation. The obliterated place is pitch black and bright light. It is water and parched earth. It is mud and it is manna. The real work of deep grief is making a home there.
In my end is my beginning
The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay.
People complain about their griefs and sorrows and how they pray to God but find no relief from pain. But grief itself is a gift from God. It is the symbol of His compassion.
In all states of dilemma or of difficulty, prayer is an available source. The ship of prayer may sail through all temptations, doubts and fears, straight up to the throne of God; and though she may be outward bound with only griefs, and groans, and sighs, she shall return freighted with a wealth of blessings!
I feel that writers think with their noses to the ground, and the dark stuff kind of comes to me more, even though I really am sort of an upbeat guy. It’s an honest descent into darkness. And you can’t have the joy without the grief – it’s why we listen to Mozart’s ‘Requiem.’
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
Gentle time will heal our sorrows.
I will never shave off my beard and moustache. I did once, for charity, but my wife said, ‘Good grief, how awful, you look like an American car with all the chrome removed.’
Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, expels diseases, softens every pain.
Rage and grief are savage companions, but despair is the final undoing.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
The caterpillar dies so the butterfly could be born. And, yet, the caterpillar lives in the butterfly and they are but one. So, when I die, it will be that I have been transformed from the caterpillar of earth to the butterfly of the universe.
Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.
I’m happy unless I’m not happy. And I think this is the thing with grief, there is no rhyme or reason to it and it’s been completely different to how I thought it was going to be.
There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.
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The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave – just willing to take life on.
My sisters and I miss our dad dreadfully. But grief, of course, is the price of love.
Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.
They say seven stages of grief. I think it’s more like 77.
Toil is man’s allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that’s more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.
Grief is a very complicated monster. There’s no real exorcising of it. It has a different form every day.
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind
And makes it fearful and degenerate.
And makes it fearful and degenerate.
It is the burning lava of the soul that has a furnace within–a very volcano of grief and sorrow-it is that burning lava of prayer that finds its way to God. No prayer ever reaches God’s heart which does not come from our hearts.
At certain moments of intense personal grief, capturing images was for me the only way to comprehend later what was happening.
The one thing I know for a fact – some days are bad, some days are okay, and I’ll go with it. If it’s bad, I stay in and ride the wave and somehow, God gets me through and I’m fine. Dealing with grief doesn’t work from one person to the other, it’s so personal.
It’s a wonderful thing to write. You can reclaim the things you lost.
To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
Grief is selfish. It is indulged in for self-gratification, not for love. Cosmic man knows the beauty and unreality of death.
If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
Only when our greatest love is God, a love that we cannot lose even in death, can we face all things with peace. Grief was not to be eliminated but seasoned and buoyed up with love and hope.
Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.
A mourner is, perforce, a person with a story. The pity is, how very rarely it gets told.
Gently – so have good men taught –
Gently, and without grief, the old shall glide
Into the new; the eternal flow of things,
Like a bright river of the fields of heaven,
Shall journey onward in perpetual peace.
Gently, and without grief, the old shall glide
Into the new; the eternal flow of things,
Like a bright river of the fields of heaven,
Shall journey onward in perpetual peace.
memory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast pain.
The deep pain that is felt
at the death of every friendly soul
arises from the feeling that there is
in every individual something
which is inexpressible,
peculiar to him alone,
and is, therefore,
absolutely and irretrievably lost.
at the death of every friendly soul
arises from the feeling that there is
in every individual something
which is inexpressible,
peculiar to him alone,
and is, therefore,
absolutely and irretrievably lost.
People respond differently to people who are grieving. They reach out. But depression is so very isolating. It’s hard to explain to anyone who has never been depressed how isolating it is. Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.
It’s funny how, even long after you’ve accepted the grief of losing someone you love and truly have gotten on with your life, every once in a while something comes up that plays “gotcha,” and for a moment or two the scar tissue separates and the wound is raw again.
For a kid who’s lost his mom and all the rage and grief that no one was able to talk out of me, football was a very therapeutic sport. Very.
Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
It is proper to ask for sorrow with Christ in sorrow, anguish with Christ in anguish, tears and deep grief because of the great affliction Christ endures for me.
The Language of Sand has something for everyone: myths, mystery, community, humor, grief, and ultimately healing. I found myself not only rooting for Abigail but for the whole community of Chapel Isle. Block manages to hold sass and heartfelt emotion in perfect equilibrium.
Grief is exhausting.
For me, grief is a static thing, and my movies have an extremely dynamic sort of movement.
I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.
The heart overwhelmed by grief knows no rest.
I know from experience that one of the first things to drop off during great transitions, such as dealing with grief or loss, is taking care of our bodies.
In mindful grief, we become the landing strip that allows any feelings to arrive. Some crash, some land softly. Some harm us, but none harm us in a lasting way. We remain as they taxi away or as their wreckage is cleared away. We can trust that we will survive.
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
I do kabbalistic meditation. It’s not unlike time travel; it can change the past and not just the future. You can look at what was lost and go beyond the grief of what was lost.
For trash and toys, And grief-engend’ring joys, What torment seems too sharp for flesh and blood; What bitter pills, Compos’d of real ills, Men swallow down to purchase one false good!
This is a racist and imperialist war. The warmongers who stole the White House have hijacked a nation’s grief and turned it into a perpetual war on any non-white country they choose to describe as terrorist.
No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
For one drop calls another down, till we are drowned in seas of grief.
We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee.
What is the difference between grief and mourning? Mourning has company.
No day-to-day mishaps or indignities can really compromise your sense of self after you’ve survived a deep tragedy.
Grief lasts longer than sympathy, which is one of the tragedies of the grieving.
Grief reveals itself in the most mundane activities, like eating. It’s never when you’re looking at old pictures.
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.
It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.
It would have been great if there were a trauma center located in our community, where you could access grief counseling and be able to address it in a healthy manner.
Grief is so far from retrieving a loss that it makes it greater; but the way to lessen it is by a comparison with others’ losses.
Grief, I swear to God, doesn’t live in the heart. It lives in the senses. And sometimes, all I want to do is cut off my nose so I can’t smell her, hack my fingers off at the joint.
We apologise for the laws and policies of successive parliaments and governments that have inflicted profound grief, suffering and loss on these our fellow Australians. We apologise especially for the removal of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children from their families, their communities and their country.
Depend upon it, a man never experiences such pleasure or grief after fourteen years as he does before, unless in some cases, in his first lovemaking, when the sensation is new to him
One of the rather unedifying truths about grief is it does block out more or less everything. It has a solipsistic quality to it.
There were so many layers of reality to the world. Nothing stopped for death; nothing stopped for grief or horror or tragedy.
All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.
There are in woman’s eyes two sorts of tears,–the one of grief, the other of deceit.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.
There is a graveyard in my poor heart – dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.
The work of the artist is to express what is repressed or even to speak the unspoken grief of society.
Courage is being afraid and going on the journey anyhow.
The grief of the keen is no personal complaint for the death of one woman over eighty years, but seems to contain the whole passionate rage that lurks somewhere in every native of the island.
I never knew I could suffer so much. And then, at the same time, you think, now I’m ready to open myself up to life in another way, to make it worth something and make it about the right things and not waste time.
A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.
Let me be to my sad self hereafter kind.
Grief is like mending a knee. You can mend the knee and make it function, but the knee never actually heals.
A heavier task could not have been impos’d,
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.
Our people know that if they are sick, we will take care of them. If there are occasions of grief or joy, we will be there with them. They know that we value them as people, not just cogs in a machine.
Why do you write?’ Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn’t write. Because I’m obsessed and compelled. Because I’d be utterly useless at anything else.
He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.
I felt I couldn’t be a good mom anymore, but I didn’t want my children to grow up without a mom. I felt I had to end our lives to protect us from any grief or harm.
Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.
I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn’t feel ashamed.
Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song.
A brave action is often followed by grief. Do not let my resistance to grief stop the brave action.
People in grief need someone to walk with them without judging them.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.
None of us get to divorce ourselves from the world. We walk into the theater and bring all of our grief and our pain and our joy with us.
The fallacy is that you have to hold some sort of stake in the grief or horror in order to write about it – I think the opposite is true.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
What is called happiness is an abstract idea, composed of various ideas of pleasure; for he who has but a moment of pleasure is not a happy man, in like manner that a moment of grief constitutes not a miserable one.
A few weeks before the jubilee began in 2002, Queen Elizabeth died, and the public outpouring of grief and affection, with hundreds of thousands of people queuing for hours to pass by her coffin, showed how widely and deeply loved she was.
When I talk to people about going sugar-free, they almost go into a state of grief! But there are still options out there – like the sugar-free brownies in my book.
Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
There’s got to be grief.
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous.
None of us are immune to grief, and everyone who has suffered loss understands that grief changes, but you never wake up one morning and you’ve moved on. It stays with you, and, you know, you ebb and flow.
Never does a man know the force that is in him till some mighty affliction or grief has humanized the soul.
Joys as winged dreams fly fast, / Why should sadness longer last? / Grief is but a wound to woe; / Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.
For many people who face anxieties, depression, trauma or grief that dominate their lives, a vital source of support may be a counsellor or psychotherapist.
There are three needs of the griever: To find the words for the loss, to say the words aloud and to know that the words have been heard.
All pains the immortal spirit must endure,
All weakness that impairs, all griefs that bow,
Find their sole voice in that victorious brow.
All weakness that impairs, all griefs that bow,
Find their sole voice in that victorious brow.
I think the heartbreak of September 11 – America’s grief not only over the loss of life but also the loss of our own innocence – has expanded us as people because it has tenderized our hearts. On a psychological level, the American people have matured as a result of that awful day.
You take a handful of rocks and put them in a jar. Then once a week, you take one tiny pebble out of the jar and throw it away. When the jar is empty, why, you’ll just about be over your grief. … Time alone will do if you’re short on rocks.
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business,
Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care
Take hold on me; for my particular grief
Is of so floodgate and o’erbearing nature
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.
Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care
Take hold on me; for my particular grief
Is of so floodgate and o’erbearing nature
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.
The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief, either.
Man sheds grief as his skin sheds rain.
We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such a loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it nevertheless remains something else.
He felt full of a dense and sour substance that was blocking his chest, and it wasn’t grief. After all those years, life now seemed like no more than a trap, a maze, not even a maze, just a room that was all walls, no door.
Joy mingled with sadness, even with grief, is the deepest human joy. It winds itself about the soul with indescribable sweetness, with a dim but unerring sense for what will some day be born of it.
Emotionally, grief is a mixture of raw feelings such as sorrow, anguish, anger, regret, longing, fear, and deprivation. Grief may be experienced physically as exhaustion, emptiness, tension, sleeplessness, or loss of appetite.
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god’s throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
Whatever you do to recover from a loss, people will be critical because they believe that the only way to recover is their way. And you will even run into some people who should be run into by rhinos because they actually don’t want to see you get over your tragedy at all; grief is a spectator sport for them.
Grief is sort of the allowance of feeling.
If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can’t someone be healed by happiness?
The certainty of death and the uncertainty of the hour of death is a source of grief throughout our life.
Grief makes you feel alone, but you’re not. I know you don’t believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you’re surrounded by people who love you, can’t you?
Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
Nothing I read about grief seemed to exactly express the craziness of it; which was the interesting aspect of it to me – how really tenuous our sanity is.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
No one is exempt from grief.
Inside my mother’s death / I lay and could not breathe.
No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love’s delicious melancholy.
Losing a son, losing a daughter, a brother, a sister, losing a close friend – it can go beyond grief to isolation and feeling despair.
Nothing is to be feared but fear itself. Nothing grievous but to yield to grief.
Some women lose their husbands, and their worlds change because their financial circumstances change. All I have in common with them is a grief.
He sought…to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.
Death’s not a separation or alteration or parting; it’s just a one-handled door.
I think that grief is a profound spiritual, metaphysical, and – oddly – physical reckoning with death, which we don’t understand well. It’s both the process by which you relearn the world in the absence of someone who was a pillar in it, and the process in which you confront the reality of death.
I am further back, surrounded on all sides by wailing men, their faces shiny with tears. Uncle Al promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You’ve never seen such grief– even the dogs were howling.
I have seen that grief can be very different for different people. While the range of emotions experienced is similar, the way we deal with those emotions isn’t, necessarily.
Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance.
Lot Of Strip Clubs in Florida… Good grief… Florida has so many strip clubs, they need to change their state flag to a brass pole.
Those griefs burn most which gall in secret.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
My grief lies all within,
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.
Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth.
Grief changes shape, but it never ends. People have a misconception that you can deal
with it and say, ‘It’s gone, and I’m better.’ They’re wrong.
with it and say, ‘It’s gone, and I’m better.’ They’re wrong.
I always believe that expressing grief on social media isn’t enough, it is very important to take some action.
You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief. Yes, you are dead. And I and my family and everyone, always, forever. All dead, like stones. But what does it matter? You still have to go to work in the morning. You still have to live.
I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There is a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling – somewhere between diarrhoea and sex – this grief that is almost genital.
They always prided themselves on looking youthful. “Forty’s the new thirty,” they’d joke. Until heartbreak and grief enter your life, and then forty’s the new one hundred.
The world values power, comfort, success, and recognition. Jesus frees us to value grief, sacrifice, weakness, and exclusion.
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working.
I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.
There is no passion in the mind of man so weak, but it mates and masters the fear of death . . . Revenge triumphs over death; love slights it; honor aspireth to it; grief flieth to it.
I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have-life itself.
It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.
The biggest problem is the funerals that don’t exist. People call the funeral home, they pick up the body, they mail the ashes to you, no grief, no happiness, no remembrance, no nothing. That happens more often than it doesn’t in the United States.
Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate’er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same; Where things exceed your hope or fall below, You stare, look blank, grow numb from top to toe.
Our flawed mechanisms of perception and thought are not a cause for grief, but an opportunity to evolve, for an internal evolution of consciousness that will also make possible, in a sustainable form, our aspirations toward what we call individual success and global progress.
As a parent, it’s my responsibility to equip my child to do this – to grieve when grief is necessary and to realize that life is still profoundly beautiful and worth living despite the fact that we inevitably lose one another and that life ends, and we don’t know what happens after death.
People talk as if grief were just a feeling — as if it weren’t the continually renewed shock of setting out again and again on familiar roads and being brought up short by the grim frontier post that now blocks them.
Your grief path is yours alone, and no one else can walk it, and no one else can understand it.
No one understands another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy… My music is the product of my talent and my misery. And that which I have written in my greatest distress is what the world seems to like best.
As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
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.
It’s a hard thing to imagine how somebody copes with grief and at the same time has to build a new life.
I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes – I wonder if it weighs like mine – or has an easier size.
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.
So often I wonder whether it is my right to capitalize, as I feel, so often, on the grief of others. But then I justify, in my own particular thoughts, by feeling that I can contribute a little to the understanding of what others are going through; then there is reason for doing it.
Grief – the actual, natural process of it – doesn’t have a schedule that I can work my life around.
Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father’s dead.
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain.
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain.
There can be no Creator, simply because his grief at the fate of his creation would be inconceivable and unendurable.
In this life you can take poverty, you can take failure, you can take the big things; it’s the little griefs that destroy you inside.
Rainbows introduce us to reflections
of different beautiful possibilities
so we never forget that pain and grief
are not the final options in life.
of different beautiful possibilities
so we never forget that pain and grief
are not the final options in life.
We say: mad with joy. We should say: wise with grief.
We may have civilized bodies and yet barbarous souls. We are blind to the real sights of this world; deaf to its voice; and dead to its death. And not till we know, that one grief outweighs ten thousand joys will we become what Christianity is striving to make us.
After all, catching something is purely a by-product of our fishing. It is the act of fishing that wipes away all grief, lightens all worry, dissolves fear and anxiety.
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, ‘It tastes sweet, does it not?’ ‘You’ve caught me,’ grief answered, ‘and you’ve ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it’s a blessing?
No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.
If you want to connect with people who are in distress and great grief and scared, you need to do it in a certain way. I move kind of slow. I talk kind of slow. I let them know that I respect them.
Grief and disappointment give rise to anger, anger to envy, envy to malice, and malice to grief again, till the whole circle be completed.
There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth.
With grief, you know, the only way to get through it is through it.
We may thank God that we can feel pain and know sadness, for these are the human sentiments that constitute our glory as well as our grief.
Grief is a process, not a state.
There is no running away from a great grief.
Life Lesson 3: You can’t rush grief. It has its own timetable. All you can do is make sure there are lots of soft places around – beds, pillows, arms, laps.
I think people from Northern Ireland have some kind of unspoken general feeling of what it is to be around segregation. You have an awareness of it because you know how much grief it’s caused.
Denial helps us to pace our feelings of grief. There is a grace in denial. It is nature’s way of letting in only as much as we can handle.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
When a child can be brought to tears, not from fear of punishment, but from repentance for his offence, he needs no chastisement. When the tears begin to flow from grief at one’s own conduct, be sure there is an angel nestling in the bosom.
