Best 3 955 of Grief quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 14 Sep

Julianne Maclean

Life is hard. It’s cruel sometimes. It’s merciless and unfair, but we all go through difficult times, one way or another. You’ve had more than your share of knocks lately, I’ll give you that, but it doesn’t mean you get to quit. No one gets to quit. You keep fighting, every day, and sooner or later, the grief fades a little. You grow stronger, find joy again, and everything gets easier. You come out of it more equipped to handle the next wave, which will come eventually. There will always be waves.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Shakespeare

Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Bettye Nicole

In Life, we have two choices after being heartbroken, we can become bitter or better. Always choose the latter!-Better

By Anonym 20 Sep

Elan Mastai

When someone dies they get very cold and very still. That probably sounds obvious, but when it’s your mother it doesn’t feel obvious—it feels shocking. You watch, winded and reeling, as the medical technicians neutralize the stasis field and power down the synthetic organ metabolizer. But the sentimental gesture of kissing her forehead makes you recoil because the moment your lips touch her skin you realize just how cold and just how still she is, just how permanent that coldness and that stillness feel. Your body lurches like it’s been plunged into boiling water and for the first time in your life you understand death as a biological state, an organism ceasing to function. Unless you’ve touched a corpse before, you can’t comprehend the visceral wrongness of inert flesh wrapped around an inanimate object that wears your mother’s face. You feel sick with guilt and regret and sadness about inconsequential anecdote. You can’t remember anything thoughtful or sweet or tender that you ever did even though logically you know you must have. All you can recall is how often you were small and petty and false. She was your mother and she loved you in a way nobody ever has and nobody ever will and now she’s gone.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mary Stewart

Have you ever thought, when something dreadful happens, 'a moment ago things were not like this; let it be then, not now, anything but now'? And you try and try to remake then, but you know you can't. So you try to hold the moment quite still and not let it move on and show itself.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Susan Dormady Eisenberg

The dirty secret she’d learned about grief was that nobody wanted to hear about your loss a week after the funeral. People you’d once considered friends would turn their heads in church or cross to another side of a shopping mall to avoid the contamination of your suffering. “You might imagine I’m coping day by day,” she murmured. “But it’s more a case of hour by hour, and during my worst times, minute by minute.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mitch Albom

Take any emotion—love for a woman, or grief for a loved one, or what I’m going through, fear and pain from a deadly illness. If you hold back on the emotions—if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them—you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. “But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, ‘All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment’.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Eliza Parsons

griefs, when divided become less poignant.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Shackerley Marmion

Great joys, like griefs, are silent.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Paul Engle

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mark Doty

I don’t know anything different about death than I ever have, but I feel differently. I inhabit this difference in feeling- or does it live in me?- at the same time as I’m sorrowing. The possibility of consolation, of joy even, does not dispel the sorrow. Sorrow is the cathedral, the immense architecture; in its interior there’s room for almost everything; for desire, for flashes of happiness, for making plans for the future…

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sophie Swetchine

The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair: 'tis hope that rises to the surface. It is a sinner whose heart he moves. It is a saint who returns him thanks.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Johnny Rich

Grief denied will surface in borrowed clothes, the mad, sad clothes of paranoia, fear or loneliness

By Anonym 16 Sep

Katrina Leno

I wonder how long he’ll be sad. I wonder if his sadness will last forever, stretching on like an ocean. Drowning everyone he cares about. Drowning people he doesn’t even know. He won’t be able to control it. Oceans ebb and flow as they wish. They cover everything. They make everything blue.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Susan Barbara Apollon

What is hope? Like love, it is hard to define, but easy to recognize, a state of being that compels us to go on. It is a feeling that we have what we need to continue our journey to the next moment.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Michelle Muriel

Loss is part of our story, it isn’t the story.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Mcguinness

In some ways, Lotus Eaters is a journey disguised as a party film; there's a circus in the movie, and there are parties, but the real story is of an internal journey. There's themes of emptiness and excess and beauty and grief around it, but it's always surrounded by these glamorous events, and those are ways of waylaying her on her journey in the same way that it is in the ancient Greek story.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sarah Nicole Smetana

My father's voice may have grown quieter, as Lynn said it would, but I can see now that he actually left me something after all. He left me these little plucks of wisdom that spring forth when I need them most, and his perfectionist's insistence on finding the perfect tone for every song. He left me the twitch, that sudden jolt of my muscles when I see someone else on a stage, or when I realize my hands have been idle for too long. And he left me the yearning I get in the deepest fold of midnight when the rest of the world is sleeping, when the dark is too quiet or the air is too still, and something begins to strum in my gut. So maybe he didn't fail. Maybe neither of us did.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Bryana Johnson

The ocean-blue bowl won’t refuse to bruise, won’t hold it back from the gaping earth-wounds. There will still come water, chill wind and happy goosebumps, and in the utmost corners of oaks, leaves laughing.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Giacomo Casanova

We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Mcfee

There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has made many a man look younger.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michael Knight

{She} considered mentioning...how she, to, was all alone. But it didn't matter. So many stupid ways to live and die. She felt a shift inside herself at the thought, a letting go...she had reached a limit now and was moving into something new.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Taylor Jenkins Reid

I find myself smiling, finally. I guess I do remember how to do it. You just turn the corners of your mouth up.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mark Doty

What can I do but stand with my mouth open, no sound emerging? My lips move and I wave my arms making gestures from the other side of the glass, which I can’t penetrate. …people can speak out of anything, though the struggle takes years. The problem is, whatever I say about the present feels false-nothing contains it all, or catches the depth of things, or their terrible one-dimensionality. What am I living on? Someone said the other day, “that old irrepressible-impossible- hope.” And I thought no, this doesn’t feel like hope. But maybe that’s what hope is, no shining thing but a kind of sustenance, plain as bread, the ordinary thing that feeds us. How could we confuse this optimism, when it has nothing to do with expecting things to get better? Hope has to do with continuing, that’s all…I can imagine now, where I couldn’t before, this long erosion of faith, this steady drawing from one’s strength, until what’s left is tenuous, transparent.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sanhita Baruah

Maybe that's what writers do- Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Philip Pullman

To get the best out of life here ...Good grief. There's plenty of it about, so indulge. Give yourself some thing to remember. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Gamble. Get drunk. See how long you can stay awake. Go for long walks at night. Discover what you're afraid of doing, and then do it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jody Cantrell Dyer

For me, adoption was grief in reverse.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Noorilhuda

I ask you, what would you do if you could erase one bad memory and retain all that was beautiful in your life? Would you not move heaven and earth - and get loads of therapy - to have that?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kelle Hampton

You know, through pain, you learn a lot about yourself--things you thought you never knew you wanted to learn. And it's kind of like those animals that regrow a part of their body--like a starfish. You might not feel it. You might not even want to grow, but you will. You'll grow that part that broke off, and that growing, that blooming--cannot happen without the pain.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Megan Devine

Every loss is valid. And every loss is not the same. You can't flatten the landscape of grief and say that everything is equal. It isn't.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cheryl Strayed

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.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lisa J. Shultz

Grief is part of my human experience. There will always be loss during my lifetime. Loss has come in a variety of forms to me—such as death, divorce, losing a job, and selling a beloved home. Each event brought me new opportunities and experiences that would not have been possible otherwise.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Matshona Dhliwayo

Lessons, not blood, pour out of our deepest wounds.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Janvier Chouteu-chando

Obsessive love wears down both its target and the obsessor.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mike Mills

My experience, with both my parents, is that grief has a lot of down, sad things, but I was also really emotionally raw, in the first year after each of them passed. Flowers smelled more intensely, my relationships were hotter, and I was more willing to risk. I was going for it a lot more. I was 'unsober' and I wasn't playing by my rules.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Maria Von Trapp

The sun has set in your life; it is getting cold. The hundreds of people around you cannot console you for the loss of the one.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lily Burana

Grief, I began to see, is gratitude turned inside out.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Hope can have sharp edges as it leaves you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Winman

I haven't cried. But sometimes I feel as if my veins are leaking, as if my body is overwhelmed, as if I'm drowning from the inside.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Janvier Chouteu-chando

There are times in life when we need to allow a sad memory to run its course.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Natasha Potter

There are three means of refuge from the challenges of life; good music, good friends and good food.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

The first few days, I kept checking my phone, waiting for him to reply, but slowly I understood that we were going to be part of each other's past. I still missed him, though. I missed my dad, too. And Harold. I missed everybody. To be alive is to be missing.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mark Alexander

There is no right or wrong way to grief. There is only one way - your way!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Antoine Leiris

It's a small thing, a life.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Corey Ann Haydu

Sleep comes, no matter how deep the sadness cuts. It’s like a gift from the universe.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jandy Nelson

Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joan Didion

Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mary Jo Bang

The wheel begins its only if turning. / It had never stopped. / This is life's bargain that motion / Is hope.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mark Nepo

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.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Keary Taylor

It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too?