Grief Quotes

Grief Quote of the day

Grief is like a drunken house guest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Lincoln matured best in sorrow.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

Of course it's heavier, he thought. It's got my grief in it. I pull it along with me everywhere I go, so I do.

I couldn’t even tell if I had any sadness of my own, because I was so full of Abuelita’s sadness.

Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

If there is something we need more than anything else during grief, it is a friend who stands with us, who doesn’t leave us. Jesus is that friend.

Often it takes that “knife in our heart” to drive us to Him. Our faith, our very lives, depend on God, and when we enter the valley of grief, we need His help or we will never climb another mountain.

When we grieve over someone who has died in Christ, we are sorrowing not for them but for ourselves. Our grief isn’t a sign of weak faith, but of great love.

What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Grief turns us inward, but compassion turns us outward, and that’s what we need when grief threatens to crush us. The Bible says, “Carry each other’s burdens” [Galatians 6:2 NIV].

Grief which is not dealt with properly can cause us to lose our perspective on life.

Grief comes with many losses. Whatever its cause, grief will come to all of us.

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

The facade of grief may be indifference, preoccupation, anger, cheerfulness, or any variety of emotions. But if we try to understand it, we may learn how to cope with it.

We can't choose our lives, but we can decide what to do with the joys or griefs we're given.

Even when the lightening flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.

We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

It was the meanest moment of eternity.

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.

Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief.

The very nastiest and coarsest, I can't tell you. It is not grief, not dullness, but much worse. It is as if all that was good in me had hidden itself, and only what is horrid remains.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

In our instinctive rebellion against pain, we are children again, and demand an active will to wreak our vengeance on.

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

Now that he wanted to feel like he was having a bad dream, he wasn't. He was having a bad reality, and that was something from which you could not wake.

Denial helps us to pace our feelings of grief. There is a grace in denial. It is nature's way of letting in only as much as we can handle.

In the quiet of the graveyard, the couple knelt together in soul-stretching silence—wishing, waiting, hoping, praying.

To lose what we never owned might seem an eccentric Bereavement but Presumption has its Affliction as actually as Claim --

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

The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, -- he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me

…nothing remained but loneliness and grief…

The only way out is through

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

Great grief does not of itself put an end to itself.

Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.

Grief is the price we pay for love.