Grieving Quotes

José N. Harris

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.

Benjamin J. Carey

At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.

Sarah Dessen

That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.

C.S. Lewis

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

Robert La Fosse

Death is harder on those who are left behind.

Kellie Elmore

...what happens when you return
and find nothing
but a hollowed shell,
shingles and floor,
walls and echoes
and the light that lead you here
has now burned out
and the ones who built it
have traveled afar
and you cant go to them,
no matter what shoes you wear.

Joan Abelove

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 weirdness in motion, made people appear out of nowhere carrying casseroles, saying 'I'm sorry' over and over, death muffled their voices.

C.S. Lewis

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. I mean my own body. It had such a different importance while it was the body of H.'s lover. Now it's like an empty house.

C.S. Lewis

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back - to be sucked back - into it?

Nancy Horan

As he watches the sun rise, what grieves him is that he failed her. He thinks of the terror she felt. They tell him it was quick, as if that will somehow confine the horror.

Mitch Albom

A funeral is no place for secrets.

Suzanne Finnamore

How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding," I say. "It´s Normandy out there.

Bailey Vincent

Looking back, my greatest regret is not that I didn't love them enough (to the brink of insanity and back again), but that I couldn't save them from themselves.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

Phindiwe Nkosi

Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that
seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without
confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

Phindiwe Nkosi

Like my loved one, I am convinced that we all have critical conditions. Battles that we undertake behind the hospitals, in lonely alleys, secret locations and sometimes public places that are out of reach to those who seem to care.

Richelle E. Goodrich

Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.

Nina Sankovitch

I was scared of living a life not worth the living. Why did I deserve to live when my sister had died? I was responsible now for two lives, my sister's and my own, and, damn, I'd better live well.

George R.R. Martin

Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.

Brian M. Holmes

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.

Brian M. Holmes

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

Paul Harding

What an awful thing then, being there in our house together with our daughter gone, trying to be equal to so many sudden orders of sorrow, any one of which alone would have wrenched us from our fragile orbits around each other.

Peter Heller

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

Kellie Elmore

The train blows through town
delivering reality,
slapping my face and screaming,
“You are alone”
Rose colored memories drown,
taking their last breath.

Sandra M. Gilbert

Why write wrong if the writing won’t right the wrong? (90)

Share Page