Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

Time is ungovernable, but grief presents us with a choice: what do we do with the savage energies of bereavement? What do we do with the memory – or in the memory – of the...

The truth is, we never know what life will bring us and we don’t have as much control as we might think we have. But we CAN choose how we walk through life and how...

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

When my late father died — now I’m in mourning for my late mother — that sense of grief and bereavement suddenly taught me that so many things that I thought were important, externals, etc.,...

There need not be a purpose to a person’s death, other than that they have lived the length of their days on this Earth and now begin the longer part of their existence.

You have to do what feels right for you. Do not let anyone influence you otherwise. It is your mind, your heart, and your own internal wisdom that will lead you in the direction you...

I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent still linger in a fragment of glass or a splinter of wood? A...

The light in that room was a glow; I seem to remember the color green, or perhaps flowers. A pale green sheet covered his inert body but not his head, which lay (eyes closed, mouth...

Horror is a feeling that cannot last long; human nature is incapable of supporting it. Sadness, whether it be from bereavement, or disappointment, or misfortune of any kind may linger on through life

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

lost” is a new link between this world and the happier land beyond the morn. My soul is for the moment bowed down with grief when I cease to feel the touch of their hands...

There is an hour, a minute – you will remember it forever – when you know instinctively on the basis of the most inconsequential evidence, that something is wrong. You don’t know – can’t know...

I am not alive if I am only a wispy memory in someone’s fickle brain . . .

We never truly “get over” a loss, but we can move forward and evolve from it.

I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on

It takes a year, nephew… a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.

grief is a housewhere the chairshave forgotten how to hold usthe mirrors how to reflect usthe walls how to contain usgrief is a house that disappearseach time someone knocks at the dooror rings the bella...

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world–the company of those who have known suffering.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me,...

Mothering while grieving should involve being understanding and keeping a gentle attitude toward yourself as you work to balance your own needs and your child’s. You become stronger by remaining aware of your own well-being,...

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

You never know what you have till you’ve lost it.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

She’s not here,” I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. “She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim.” At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow...

Deep in earth my love is lyingAnd I must weep alone.

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story...

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn’t magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

I began to feel that nature itself was nurturing me, reminding me that life still offered beauty and calm, and that I was also made out of these elements.

Isn’t she doing this too? Connecting and disconnecting. Facing grief then turning from it. One minute she is caught up in minutiae. Will her feet get sore standing in heels at the church? Have they...

I see we have a problem.’ Lucas gripped her other arm and gave her a non-too-gentle shake. ‘Are you in a relationship? or…’ Those dark eyes searching hers narrowed into slits. ‘Are you married?

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents’ bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by...

Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long...

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

It is the capacity to feel consuming grief and pain and despair that also allows me to embrace love and joy and beauty with my whole heart. I must let it all in.

It is true that the grief journey is very lonely, but it is also up to you to decide just how lonely you will make it.

Let’s be honest, the world’s always been a scary place with very little charm.” I try to brush it off as I’ve brushed off the flu, as I brushed off the death of my father...

It’s being without him that I’ll never get used to.

It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. Even the stain on the coffee cup seems not coffee but the physical manifestation of...

The role of Cherishing in Bereavement – I think that the key to healthy grieving is to cherish those who have passed on, so that you celebrate their lives and the times you did have...

You don’t know who is important to you until you actually lose them.

Father, be near as we are surrounded by this cloud of deep suffering. Open our eyes to see that you are all things, the light and the darkness, not only those things that seem good...

Remember to view yourself and your humanness with a kind heart.

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

Grief can destroy you –or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it...

I would still rather feel things and live life to the fullest rather than hide in a cave and attempt to protect myself from the uncertainties of the world.