Quotes about Grief
I lost a child, she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.
— Barbara Kingsolver
I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.
— Barbara Kingsolver
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
There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
— Ernest Hemingway
We do not want to lose our grief, because our grief is bound up with our love and we could not cease to mourn without being robbed of our affections.
— Phillips Brooks
There might be things more terrible even than losing someone you love by death.
— CS Lewis
In my Lucia's absence Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; I am ten times undone, while hope, and fear, And grief, and rage and love rise up at once, And with variety of pain distract me.
— Joseph Addison
A beautiful discipline of the soul can become sappy, mindless counsel, if we divorce it from the biblical roots of honesty, grief, lament, and genuine celebration from which it originates. No! If we are to live praising lives, robust lives of affirmation, we must live truly, honestly, and courageously. We cannot take shortcuts to the act of praising. We cannot praise prematurely.
— Eugene Peterson
I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.
— Isabel Allende
We're not supposed to outlive our children. It goes against nature's plan of things.
— Beth Hoffman
Nineteen words I counted them. That's all he had to say to me. Nineteen meaningless little words. And that's when my father died to me--right there in the driveway.
— Beth Hoffman
It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring brings no new shoots out on the withered tree.
— George Eliot