Grief Quotes

Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.

Nicholas Sparks

Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence, back to my prison of paradise, back to the one place I knew I could be happy, yet miserable, all in the same day.

Holly Hood

There was something about other people's grief that was so exposing, so personal, that she felt she shouldn't be looking.

Jane Fallon

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

Jodi Picoult

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

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.

C.S. Lewis

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

William Shakespeare

May the beauty of the flowers remind us of the beauty of our loved one's spirit

Steve Butler

You may my glories and my state depose,But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

William Shakespeare

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

William Shakespeare

Every one can master a grief but he that has it

William Shakespeare

The very nastiest and coarsest, I can't tell you. It is not grief, not dullness, but much worse. It is as if all that was good in me had hidden itself, and only what is horrid remains.

Leo Tolstoy

I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die.

Emily Dickinson

O, that this too too solid flesh would meltThaw and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fix'dHis canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,Seem to me all the uses of this world!Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,That grows to seed; things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. That it should come to this!But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:So excellent a king; that was, to this,Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my motherThat he might not beteem the winds of heavenVisit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,As if increase of appetite had grownBy what it fed on: and yet, within a month--Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--A little month, or ere those shoes were oldWith which she follow'd my poor father's body,Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,My father's brother, but no more like my fatherThan I to Hercules: within a month:Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tearsHad left the flushing in her galled eyes,She married. O, most wicked speed, to postWith such dexterity to incestuous sheets!It is not nor it cannot come to good:But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

William Shakespeare

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

William Shakespeare

I lost Susy thirteen years ago; I lost her mother--her incomparable mother!--five and a half years ago; Clara has gone away to live in Europe and now I have lost Jean. How poor I am, who was once so rich! . . . Jean lies yonder, I sit here; we are strangers under our own roof; we kissed hands good-by at this door last night--and it was forever, we never suspecting it. She lies there, and I sit here--writing, busying myself, to keep my heart from breaking. How dazzling the sunshine is flooding the hills around! It is like a mockery. Seventy-four years ago twenty-four days. Seventy-four years old yesterday. Who can estimate my age today?

Mark Twain

It was a look that suggested emotions happening just past your line of sight: a grief so deep you'd never be able to see it, a love so fierce it could swallow itself completely.

Leslie Jamison

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

Orson Scott Card

It is the blessing of dumb work done close to the earth-one gritty minute at a time, we move forward.

Michael Perry

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief

William Shakespeare