Best 57 of Grief inspirational quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 16 Sep

Francis Weller

Grief is subversive, undermining the quiet agreement to behave and be in control of our emotions. It is an act of protest that declares our refusal to live numb and small. There is something feral about grief, something essentially outside the ordained and sanctioned behaviors of our culture. Because of that, grief is necessary to the vitality of the soul. Contrary to our fears, grief is suffused with life-force.... It is not a state of deadness or emotional flatness. Grief is alive, wild, untamed and cannot be domesticated. It resists the demands to remain passive and still. We move in jangled, unsettled, and riotous ways when grief takes hold of us. It is truly an emotion that rises from the soul.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sharon Weil

If we can’t feel into the heart of grief, we can’t truly move on to experience hope and joy. We can’t be present to what is now, and what is next, because we are bound by the loss and sorrow that holds us to the past. Grief has to flow. It has to be carried, not just by you, but by the others with you, by your community, until it transforms to the next rightful calling of your heart to action.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Vera Brittain

Perhaps ... To R.A.L. Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel one more I do not live in vain, Although bereft of you. Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet, Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay, And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet, Though You have passed away. Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright, And crimson roses once again be fair, And autumn harvest fields a rich delight, Although You are not there. But though kind Time may many joys renew, There is one greatest joy I shall not know Again, because my heart for loss of You Was broken, long ago.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jaclyn A Wilson

She could almost feel him prodding her; urging her to go on. As the wails of pain and torment assulted her ears, she knew that's exactly what she would do until the war was over and she could crawl into a quiet, dark corner and mourn for the part of her that had died with him.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Noorilhuda

There was no need to analyze the feelings that the people caught in the commission of the amorous act, held for each other, for it was literally written in their hands.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ashley Nikole

I was walking along one day and smacked into this wall called hope deferred and depression and...grief. And it wouldn't budge. After some time, I realized this darkness I'd found myself in was called grief. I'd been through so much trauma, everything about me- including my body, emotions and soul, was shutting down and going into preservation mode. I entered a season where the battle caught up with me and I realized just how badly I'd been beaten and torn up, inside and out.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Leo Tolstoy

What she did not know, and would never have believed, was that though her soul seemed to have been grown over with an impenetrable layer of mould, some delicate blades of grass, young and tender, were already pushing their way upwards, destined to take root and send out living shoots so effectively that her all-consuming grief would soon be lost and forgotten. The wound was healing from inside.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Nathalie Himmelrich

Never compare your grief. You - and only you walk your path.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Noorilhuda

Should I rejoice in the inferiority of my fate?" - John Lockwood

By Anonym 16 Sep

Shelley Ramsey

I pulled a dirty black sweatshirt from the laundry basket on my son’s floor and tried to drink in his scent, to savor the essence of my sweet boy. I inhaled it long and hard, wanting to permanently implant all of him in my brain, to make him last forever.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Carolyn Wells

Grieving is an expression of gratitude, and that expression doesn't have to be rushed.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Renae Jones

The circumstances of our lives are pieces of a larger scheme in the puzzle of life, and in His Perfect Wisdom, the pieces fit.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

He was footprints in the snow. Not all loves are meant to last. Some are meant to grace you briefly, before fading, somehow leaving the impression that the world is just a little bit better because you had been touched by something so beautiful it was impossible to grasp.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Renee Dyer

In order to heal, you have to first be broken.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Aimee Dufresne

It was then that I had a choice. I could cry and lay down and die, or I could use what I had learned from him to keep going and fully live.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Radhika Mundra

To ease a grieving heart is the world's greatest pleasure, more so, when the heart is yours.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Shauna L. Hoey

Our brokenness summons light into the deepest crevices in our hearts.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Nathalie Himmelrich

Grief is a universal experience from which no one will be spared.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Wylie R. Weeks

On grief. We know where we've been. We know where we want to be.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Nancy Carpentier Brown

Frances was not only grieving her sister's loss, but also striving to reconcile in her mind the tragedy with the idea of a loving God. Restless and aching, Frances climbed mountains in the Swiss Alps, where their hotel had a view of beautiful Mount Rigi.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Leta B.

It is a divine gift to find the light inside while in the midst of despair.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mary Potter Kenyon

Tonight I attend my thirty-fifth high school reunion with some trepidation. I have not seen most of these former classmates for thirty-some years. I am not the same young girl they knew in high school. What they cannot know, what I am just realizing myself, is that I am not even the same person I was two years ago.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ariana Carruth

In the dim light of today are the shadows of yesterday’s affliction and the hope of tomorrow’s gifts.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alesandro Bariko

I never even heard her voice." And after a while: "It is a strange grief." Softly: "To die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Christina Rasmussen

I know you are afraid; you are afraid to get hurt again. But I also know that you are not meant to grieve forever.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Aimee Dufresne

Whatever loss, pain or tragedy you have experienced, you can get through.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jeanette Leblanc

We don’t, not any of us, get to this point clean. No. We’re all dirty and ragged. Rough edges and sharp corners. Fault lines and demolition zones. We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls. Landmines in our chests that we trip over every time we try to hide from the terrifying tremble of our own war torn hearts....But it is your history that delivered you this roadmap of scars. Those healed wounds and their jagged edges are proof of your infinite ability to survive, to knit broken back to wholeness, to refuse that the end is every really the end... Make friends with your teardown. Do not run from your bar brawl for forgiveness. Sit with the times you’ve fucked up and the times you lost all and the days your redemption was delivered by the hand of the last person you ever expected to give anything but darkness. And through it all know that your walled up and torn down, graffiti-covered heart is still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charmaine Smith Ladd

Remember that a fresh breath of life follows every sigh of exasperation. Breathe in, breathe out, and ENJOY every moment. It is how everything begins and ends. - Charmainism

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

She wasn’t broken. She was made up of a thousand tiny little cracks. She was always trying to keep herself glued together. But it was hard, she felt too much. No matter what she did, her emotions seeped through, sometimes in drips, other times in floods, She felt everything, the heaviness of the clouds right before rain, the rush of the subway cars as they left the station, the feeling of goodbye as she watched someone walk away, wondering if it was the last time she would see them, the feeling of a kiss lingering on her cheek for hours. She felt the loneliness of the sun as it hung in the sky, shedding light on the day, without companion. And she longed to give as much as the sun. If she could brighten someone’s day, bestow warmth were there was cold, make someone smile, give someone hope, then for a minute, an hour, maybe even a day, the cracks would fill with love and the pain would become only a voice, reminding her that her pain was important. She knew how fragile life was, how hard, and how precious. She wanted to feel it all.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Shelley Ramsey

My experience is that God will meet us anywhere. Grieving badly and under the covers? He's there. Sitting at the cemetery, wishing it were you? You're not alone. Sitting on your child's bedroom floor still in your nightgown in the middle of the afternoon? He's holding you up. God will meet you anywhere

By Anonym 16 Sep

Shauna L. Hoey

Heartache purged layers of baggage I didn’t know I carried. Gifts hide under the layers of grief.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Michelle Elaine Kennedy

When my muffin top makes an appearance after a dedicated weekend of pizza indulging, when I feel too tired to write and all my words sound boring, when my students aren’t laughing at my jokes, I am still enough.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Tessa Shaffer

You’ve got to trust yourself. Be gentle with yourself. And listen to yourself. You’re the only person who can get you through this now. You’re the only one who can survive your story, the only one who can write your future. All you’ve got to do, when you’re ready, is stand up, {and begin again.}

By Anonym 20 Sep

Bangambiki Habyarimana

When you lose a child, you grieve once because you have lost her, when you are barren, you grieve every day because of the child you could have had

By Anonym 19 Sep

Neena H. Brar

The young, thought Sharma, have this ability to suffer much in the time of grief, unlike the old who have seen enough sorrow and know it shall not stay forever. The young hardly know grief is like a thunderstorm. It comes whispering softly at first, a distant hum, a halo of vehemence in the sky, and then there is a sudden, violent, and copious outpouring; that drenches everything that comes in its way. It darkens the sky and turns every inch of green terrain dusky grey. But they don’t realize its ferocity will become less with the lapse of time, and the sun will shine bright and warm, and wash the land golden, and no one would be able to tell there had been a storm. They scarcely understand this essential unfolding of grief isn’t meant to last forever, and eventually, it shall come to pass.

By Anonym 19 Sep

E. Z. Michaels

We all must part sometime, be it in death or with time, but no matter what our time together continues as long as one or the other is alive to remember.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Robin Romm

There came a moment in this journey when I freely realized that the lives most of lead are small. Important, but small. Our radius reaches family, clients, friends for whom we do selfless and amazing feats. But our sphere of influence is local.... So our illnesses/deaths are small, too. Not unimportant. Just local in nature... - 209

By Anonym 16 Sep

Wylie R. Weeks

Grief, we know where we've been. We know where we want to be.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Nina Sankovitch

I was scared of living a life not worth the living. Why did I deserve to live when my sister had died? I was responsible now for two lives, my sister's and my own, and, damn, I'd better live well.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Borgohain J.

Why do all great men, live not long enough, to see their greatness?

By Anonym 19 Sep

Shauna L. Hoey

We remember the people who show up in our darkest hours.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Empty Spaces I wanted to feel less. To not be burdened by emotion, To not feel sadness, To not know loss. I envied the inanimate, The trees that stand proudly in winter, Not missing their leaves. I wanted to be weightless, To not experience limitation. I didn’t want time to pass, The blur of days, months, years. It moved too quickly, I wanted to grasp on, Hold it. It eluded me, Intangible, Like light. I wanted to preserve life before you were gone. I didn’t want to know grief. But the pain kept me connected. It meant that I loved you, It meant that I would always be a little broken, It meant that our love filled all of the empty spaces. It meant that you would be with me... forever.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Tessa Shaffer

Heaven left a hole in your heart. But it’s up to you to choose if that hole will be filled with pain, anger, and the eternal darkness of loss . . . Or if you will choose to fill it with light and love and have that hole shine out of you like a spotlight into your life, keeping their memory alive . . . {It’s up to you.}

By Anonym 16 Sep

Susan Oakey-baker

I didn’t say a word. He wouldn’t be using oxygen. K2 is more dangerous than Everest.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lynda Cheldelin Fell

It’s okay to cry. Giving in to the tears is terrifying, like freefalling to earth without a parachute. But it’s vital to our wellbeing as we process the deep anguish.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Diane Dettmann

I realized, it is not the time that heals, but what we do within that time that creates positive change.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Angie Corbett-kuiper

A sense of curiosity and child-like wonderment is the antagonist to death and loss

By Anonym 16 Sep

Shelley Ramsey

I began praying for the health and safety of my boys before each one was born. Once a week for two years prior to Joseph’s death, I also gathered with other moms to pray for my sons and their schools, and I specifically asked God to protect the health and safety of Joseph, Curt, and Wyatt. My prayers were not answered the way I had hoped. Despite countless prayers for Joseph to be safe, God said no. His plan remains a mystery. I have had to accept that mystery and trust Him in the dark.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Laurie Buchanan

Birth is not a beginning; it’s a continuation. That lends tremendous comfort because we then understand that, equally true, death is not an end; it’s merely a continuation.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Tessa Shaffer

But in all of the sadness, when you’re feeling that your heart is empty, and lacking, You’ve got to remember that grief isn’t the absence of love. Grief is the proof that love is still there.