She always used to suspect that the price for happiness, the price for enjoying the company of a person you loved, was the steadily increasing risk of losing them, and at times, when she considered...

A picture’s worth a thousand words. But a single word can make you think of over a thousand pictures in your mind, over a thousand moments, a thousand memories.

Indeed, grief is not the clear melancholy the young believe it. It is like a siege in a tropical city. The skin dries and the throat parches as though one were living in the heat...

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?And shall I couple Hell?

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Sometimes what a person expresses in their eyes is more than all the books you could read on suffering.

Surprised by joy- impatient as the WindI turned to share the transport– Oh! with whomBut thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,That spot which no vicissitude can find?Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind–But...

Aron Moss wrote a wonderful article on this topic in which he explains, ”We don’t really want answers, we don’t want explanations, and we don’t want closure. … We want an end to suffering …...

And grief still feels like fear. Perhaps, more strictly, like suspense. Or like waiting; just hanging about waiting for something to happen. It gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn’t seem worth starting anything....

We’re not going to make it,” I said.The words caught in my throat, choking me. What was it Leslie had said to me when we were discussing Shannon’s and Antoinetta’s disappearance? ‘You’re beginning to sound...

Loss reshapes us and teaches us to fill ourselves with something new. If we resist, we feel as you do. Hollow. Empty.

There’s the people and friends who want to give you grief about it, but I’ve heard all positive things, so I have no problem with it.

Sorrow can be a bully.

It was all death.

It was too perfect to last,’ so I am tempted to say of our marriage. But it can be meant in two ways. It may be grimly pessimistic – as if God no sooner saw...

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.

My writing comes not from the happy moments, but from struggle and grief.

In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing...

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,If I am dead, as dead I well may be,You’ll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say Ave there for me,And...

Dark now. Blacker than black, I know it. And words are tiny things in the face of all that dark and all that cold. But hear these words, little sister. Hear and know. Tomorrow is...

We live in a world that is beyond our control, and life is in a constant flux of change. So we have a decision to make: keep trying to control a storm that is not...

Each loss brings growth with it, and learning to handle new experiences and taking charge of your needs is part of the transformative process.

Unfortunately, there is no expiration date on grief

My head is full of fireand grief and my tongueruns wild, piercedwith shards of glass.

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on...

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

It’s the irony of war. Those who want to live, die. Those who want to die, live on.

Forty’s the new thirty,” they’d joke.Until heartbreak and grief enter your life, and then forty’s the new one hundred.

I know the moment you died,Jesus’ face was smiling on you,Welcoming you into His glorious city of gold. I know you are enjoying the incredible light and peace of His presence right now

Everyone was eating, talking softly, glancing at me, hugging me, eating. It was as if someone had turned the volume down. Everything looked normal, but the sound was muted. Death did this, set all this...

I realized that for the time being I could not trust myself to present a coherent face to the world.

I hear the word in the hallover and over again.Suicide.Suicide.Suicide.Did he or didn’t he?Everyone’s got a guess.Still no one knows for sure, except Gabe, but he’s not talking. Why does it even matter? He’s gone....

2.15 GRIEFAll the grief of every man,Remove himself – he only can,For this grief that be within,Be caused by his own thinking.[110]- 2

I was disinterested in everything, even in Ethan. Even, I was ashamed to admit, in Ella. I didn’t know where else I wanted to be but I knew it was anywhere except on this earth,...

When you lose your parents, the sadness doesn’t go away. It just changes. It hits you sideways sometimes instead of head-on. Like now.

Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to...

I would have been glad if it had been the Lord’s will to let one of my children live.

But we have, if not our understanding, our own experience, and it feels to me sealed, inviolable, ours. We have a last, deep week together, because Wally is not on morphine yet, because he has...

the loss is transformative, in good ways and bad, a tangle of change that cannot be threaded into the usual narrative spools…It’s not an emergence from the cocoon, but a tree growing around an obstruction.

When a man’s eyes are sore his friends do not let him finger them, however much he wishes to, nor do they themselves touch the inflammation: But a man sunk in grief suffers every chance...

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom

Don’t lick your wounds unless you care to taste the sting a second time.

It’s a bad thing to even speculate about. I don’t want to cause any more grief for those people right now. It isn’t the right thing to do.

He sought…to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.

zoom lens effect,” in which the focus is entirely on oneself, to the exclusion of external considerations.

Scott is gone.I’ve had two days with this truth. This truth and me, we’re acquainted now, past the shock of our first unhappy meeting and into the uneasy-cohabitation stage. Its barbs are slightly duller than...

[F]or grief is felt not so much for the want of what we have never known, as for the loss of that to which we have been long accustomed.

Slowly, painfully, I let go. It was like prying my own fingers off the edge of the cliff. And that hurt too-particularly the falling part, and not being sure what was at the bottom.But I...

There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world,” he says softly.

The tragedy of her death was not that it made one, now and then and very intensely, unhappy. It was that it made her unreal; and us solemn, and self-conscious. We were made to act...