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.

Allow yourself to be an anchor and anchored by others.

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

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

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...

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...

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...

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

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

The world believes it was built by love but reading Shah Jahan’s own words on the Taj, one could say it was grief that built the Taj Mahal and it was sorrow that saw it...

As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he...

…gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

Nothing stood between Sheryl’s heart and skin. She was whole in her sorrow, perfectly connected inside and out, soul and body united, swaying with complete abandon to a dirge that only she could hear.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can’t avoid....

You can never recover from losing a person you love, but you can find a way to let it be part of your life rather than letting it take over every part of you

My sister Emily first declined. The details of her illness are deep-branded in my memory, but to dwell on them, either in thought or narrative, is not in my power. Never in all her life...

The accumulation of grief over one lifetime is more then one heart can bear.”Robert explained.”Only the heartless could withstand more.Or the very young,those too naive to truly understand loss.

I somehow make it through the first month. I dress and brush my teeth when they tell me to. And I experience the hollow feeling of complete loss, which is emptiness.

A beloved daughter who now spent holidays alone.

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.

They get quieter over the years. They still whisper to you sometimes, but the world gets louder. You can see it and hear it again. There’s a gap in it, where they used to be....

Edgar, do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone? There’s no rule book that says how to do this.” She laughed, bitterly. “Wouldn’t that...

Journey becomes difficult when we know the destination but not aware of the right path, may be the supreme power testing your moral and physical stamina.

Grief, and an estate, is joy understood,

Maybe this is a second doctoral program: advanced learning about life, death, marriage, mothering, family, faith, patience, prayer. My degree will be ‘Doctor of Life,’ and I will be in good company. So many of...

You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.

Eyyia?” said her husband, and Eliane bet Danel heard the mangling of her name as music.”You sound like a marsh frog,” she said, moving to stand before his chair.By the flickering light she saw him...

It is useless for me to describe to you how terrible Violet, Klaus, and even Sunny felt in the time that followed. If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already...

Long past the moment when her neck begins to stiffen and ache, she continues to stare into the darkness, even though none of the human secrets she needs to know are to be found in...

And we mustn’t lose our sense of humor,” Mrs. Which said. “The only way to cope with something deadly serious is to try to treat it a little lightly.

Everyone’s pain is relative. We’ve learned how to deal with grief, because we’ve had to. But Bree hasn’t. And our grief was shared, because we all felt it at the same time. She had to...

hospital” infection acquired in the course of his treatment for pneumonia. Even as she is fantasizing that he will be home for dinner she is assuring that he will never return home. How unwitting, all...

Grief is like a roller coaster. Somedays we feel up and other days we feel down.

And when I stand in the receiving linelike Jackie Kennedywithout the pillbox hat,if Jackie were fat and had taken enough Klonopinto still an ox,and you whisperI think of youevery day,don’t finish withbecause I’ve been going...

… when she called to mind all this utter and crushing misery that had come upon my aunts’ old music-master, she was moved to very real grief, and shuddered to think of that other grief,...

Yes, I do remember.After my husband died, it hurt like this. My chest felt full and heavy, and I thought then, Oh, this is what it feels like to have your heart break.

The air felt different in my lungs. The world no longer looked the same. You change and then you change again. You become a dog, a bird, a plant that always leans to the left....

And yet, as she sits there with him on the window seat, with his strong arms around her, she knows that if she can survive crying, then there are other things she can survive too....

I didn’t want him to think I was giving up – I wasn’t. I simply couldn’t put myself together just yet.

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

If I could find one wordthat would shudder the airlike that frightened sob,that wordless prayerof my newly-born,who drew one breath,and with unopened eyessank back into death;If I could break the world’s cold heartwith that cry,then...

He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder.

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...

Isn’t it tragic that sometimes it takes grief to understand what we have held so dear?