Did you really cease to love a person because you had been treated cruelly?

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.

Men cannot grieve as dogs do. But they grieve for many years.

When stupidity reaches its highest level, we act rubbish knowingly

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s...

My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.

He would roam about the world carrying his recollections with him, and perhaps some day he would come to forget them, for one can live only by forgetting; but when his grief should dissolve with...

We are out sisters’ keepers.

The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.

If we deny the grief its right in our lives, then we must question the love for which the grief is supposedly rooted. God’s grief is founded in His love for Himself and His love...

To this day, she’s still sad. Because there’s not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it. I’m just saying that I took the pain that...

Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don’t care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just… survive. Outlive me, please.

Sorry doesn’t make anything better. It’s just a word to fill the space of a loss of words.

Allow yourself to be an anchor and anchored by others.

I’m convinced that the world, more than ever, needs the music only you can make. And if it takes extra courage to keep playing in spite of your loss, many will applaud the effort. And...

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

It seemed everyone knew their place in it, but I was in the mood where I would rather be alone and look a houseplants.

I can’t help you, I can only guide you, and you are the one who can help yourself.

Nothing is permanent in my mysterious world, even my moments of belief – Jenifer

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...

She’d felt more pain from Nico in their brief connection than she had from her entire legion during the battle against the giant Polybotes.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

There is a phantom that flies with the banshees. It strangles the throat, pierces the heart and consumes the body with pain that only time and tears can expel.

‘The grief didn’t fade, but it changed into something I could carry around with me, a noose I wore around my neck. It wasn’t until I saw you that the knot loosened.’

I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.

When Rosencrantz asks Hamlet, “Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your grief to your friends”(III, ii, 844-846), Hamlet responds,...

Grief can be an incredible source of energy. For good.

Everything we come across becomes a part of us. It doesn’t matter how small or insignificant it is…or how devastating. One story here, one story there, that’s what I see when I look back at...

But those two circles, above all the point at which they touched, are the very thing I am mourning for, homesick for, famished for. You tell me ‘she goes on.’ But my heart and body...

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.Think rather,–call to thought, if now you grieve a little,The days when we had...

Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate.

Secret, smug believers! God never gives youmore than you can bear, they like to say, as ifthe strong should be punished for their strength:We can bear it. So we got it.But what about my baby?...

I wish I could have shown you that engineheart- the system of pieces and parts that moved us forward, that moves us forward still. One day, a few weeks after my son’s death, I took...

Of course the cat will growl and spit at the operator and bite him if she can. But the real question is whether he is a vet or a vivisector.

I had had my night of weeping…I had purged myself of useless emotions that terrible night, now every nerve every sinew, every thought was bent on a single purpose

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

Because she is in God’s hands.’ But if so, she was in God’s hands all the time, and I have seen what they did to her here. Do they suddenly become gentler to us the...

[A]s though mindful of the wife of Lot, who looked back from behind him, thou deliveredst me first to the sacred garments and monastic profession before thou gavest thyself to God. And for that in...

Time takes away the grief of men.

He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so...

I am convinced it is, then our churches are filled with believers who are hurting, to one degree or another, whether visible or unseen. Some come every Sunday clinging to a thread of hope that...

In the first year of my grief, there were times when I felt like hiding my personal story of loss and other times when I wanted to wear a sign on my body that read...

You go to bed different… tossing and turning is the norm… you wake to a sunny day but clouds follow you wherever you go. You wonder if you are strong enough to climb out of...

I wished for someone to hold me up. Suddenly someone was there.

I root through your remains,looking for the black box. Nothing leftbut glossy chunks, a pimp’s platinumtooth clanking inside the urn. I play youover and over, my beloved conspiracy,my personal Zapruder film

Reading Aloud to My Father I chose the book haphazardfrom the shelf, but with Nabokov’s firstsentence I knew it wasn’t the thingto read to a dying man:The cradle rocks above an abyss, it began,and common...

I hope that I get to see you love what you are. To know yourself as gift and worth and truth. That you see what a huge thing it is to have the courage to...

Humans have a sense of spontaneity and emotion. We have a dichotomy between grief and happiness.