Quotes about grief
grief healing grieving
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. C. S. Lewis
grief long valleys
Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.
grief grieving sky
Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.
grief thinking feelings
I think grief is a step towards strength because it allows you to be porous and take everything in, and have it transform you. What will sit within you is despairing, but at least it's feeling. You're not numb. Grief is sort of the allowance of feeling. Carrie Brownstein
grief owner proud sorrows stoop
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop William Shakespeare
grief despair misery
Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth. Antoine de Saint-Exupery
grief nor pot quarrel thirst
Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrel to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot George Herbert
grief first-love men
Depend upon it, a man never experiences such pleasure or grief after fourteen years as he does before, unless in some cases, in his first lovemaking, when the sensation is new to him Charles Kingsley
grief men tears
Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely. Charles Darwin
grief mind chance
...he who remains passive when over-whelmed with grief loses his best chance of recovering his elasticity of mind.
grief wind soul
I know nothing which can so comfort the soul; so calm the swelling billows of sorrow and grief; so speak peace to the winds of trial, as a devout musing upon the subject of the Godhead. Charles Spurgeon
grief blunders indulgence
The indulgence in grief is a blunder. Benjamin Disraeli
grief writing suffering
I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state, but a process. It needs not a map, but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop.
grief grieving ideas
My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.
grief cutting loss
For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it? How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time.
grief frustration thinking
I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought feeling after feeling action after action had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an harrow to the string then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead through to H. I set out on one of them. But now there's an impassable frontier-post across it. So many roads once now so many culs de sac.
grief want way
I like pubs too, but it's hard for me to go and get proper bladdered in the way I used to. I don't want to moan about being recognised but I do get a bit of grief sometimes. Alan Davies
grief themselves
No one can keep his grieves in their prime; they use themselves up.
grief burden
Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them. Elizabeth Edwards
grief healing fixing
I certainly have a lot to lament, as do we all, everybody has their griefs. But the griefs we can fix, shouldn't we go around fixing them?
grief expecting least-expecting
Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it. Dominic Cooper
grief hands ice
These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through. Now he hears the ice creak beneath him, and so intense and panicking is the sensation that he has to stand for a moment, press his hands to his face and catch his breath. David Nicholls
grief looks actors
If you go to YouTube and look up 'grief' you can find them and it's just an unbelievable tool for an actor to be able to access, without being unethical. It's like accessing the deepest, most painful parts of a person. Aaron Eckhart
grief men lord
He smiled despite the grief he felt at the deaths of his men; he smiled because that was what he did. That was how he proved to the Lord Ruler-and to himself-that he wasn't beaten. Brandon Sanderson
grief temperature doe
Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. Anthony Rapp
grief sadness thinking
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.
grief looks sound
Without sound, celebration and grief look nearly the same. Ben Marcus
grief bigs dose
I like big doses of grief when I read: Richard Yates, Flannery O'Connor, Kenzabaro Oe, Thomas Bernhard.
grief miracle suffering
Bad things will happen and good things too. Your life will be full of surprises. Miracles happen only where there has been suffering. So taste your grief to the fullest. Don’t try and press it down. Don’t hide from it. Don’t escape. It is life too. It is truth. But it will pass and time will put a strange honey in the bitterness. That’s the way life goes. Ben Okri
grief believe track
There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief. Barbara Kingsolver
grief writing character
I concentrate on character, theme, language, structure, voice. It actually surprises me that no matter what I write, people declare it "intently political." I'm just writing about the world I know, as it is. Wounds and griefs included.
grief moving dark
As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer's long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn't touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn't stop.
grief past thinking
You don't think you'll live past it and you don't really. The person you were is gone. But the half of you that's still alive wakes up one day and takes over again.