Browsing Topic Best Grief And Loss Quotes

You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

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

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.

The loss of a parent feels like the removal of a life-long security blanket filled with joy, care, and unconditional love.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.

The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost.

But the more people we love and the more deeply we love them, the more vulnerable we are to loss and grief and loneliness.

For some moments in life there are no words.

You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.

Honesty is reached through the doorway of grief and loss.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes – I wonder if it weighs like mine – or has an easier size.

Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope

The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing…that is a friend who cares.

Friends share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.

The only cure for grief is action.

As a child I had dealt with a lot of loss and grief. I was constantly losing my parents, losing my home, constantly moving around, living with this stranger, that stepfather, or whatever.

Why bad things happen to good people

So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

Death ends a life, not a relationship.

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.

When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

It’s not possible to put into words the sense of loss and grief that comes to a family that loses one of their children.

There’s no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.

The Detective was different. Not that he wasn’t a good man; Willie had heard enough about him to understand that he was the kind who didn’t like to turn away from another’s pain, the kind who couldn’t put a pillow over his ears to drown out the cries of strangers. Those scars he had were badges of courage, and Willie knew that there were others hidden beneath his clothes, and still more deep inside, right beneath the skin and down to the soul. No, it was just that whatever goodness was there coexisted with rage and grief and loss.

No matter how difficult things are, and no matter how much grief and loss there is, you can turn it into something positive.

As I started writing about loss and grief, I was taking what felt unmanageable and using my songwriting, my sense of poetry and discipline, to try and make it manageable.

Sorrow makes us all children again.