Grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels….

Funerals seem less about comforting the souls of these dearly departed than aboutcomforting the people they leave behind.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds that sees into the bottom of my grief?

There is a pain you can’t think your way out of. You can’t talk it away. If there was someone to talk to. You can walk. One foot the other foot. Breathe in breathe out....

Weeping is terrible for the complexion,’ said Leonie, holding Shayndel close, ‘but it is very good for the heart.

Tears of grief are unique. They contain chemicals that aren’t found in the more mundane droplets of moisture that bathe the eyes, as if our tears wash us free of some noxious cause of sorrow....

In our culture I think most people think of grief as sadness, and that’s certainly part of it, a large part of it, but there’s also this thorniness, these edges that come out.

…y vi, mientras Samuel daba el atrevido paso de besar a Lindsey delante de toda la familia, que emprendían por fin el vuelo, alejándose de mi muerte.

[S]he believed that the Buddhists were right–that if you want, you will suffer; if you love, you will grieve. (68)

I wish I believed him. He’s looking at me like he can see where I begin.

The adult world that runs our school considers this a teachable moment (a new phrase for our era) where children will learn to process loss and grief and loneliness by sitting in the football bleachers...

Tears aren’t for the people we’ve lost. They’re for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

…(my father) would say nothing,And I could not find a silenceAmong the one hundred Chinese silencesThat would fit the one he createdEven though I was the one Who had just made up the businessOf the...

It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that...

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?

Grief is a peculiar emotion.

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember...

And when she at last came out, her eyes were dry. Her parents stared up from their silent breakfast at her. They both started to rise but she put a hand out, stopped them. ‘I...

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn’t be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.Time, they say, flies, but I saw it...

It’s not that I am not moved by these things, that I don’t them in my life. But lately, their power has diminished.” – 140

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

He was like the other half of myself,’ says Boris…Ulrich says, ‘You haven’t lost {him}, you know. I don’t know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know...