Quotes about Grief
Whatever God approves of comes first. Whatever grieves him has to go.
— Jim Cymbala
Wounding smashes relationships. We can never return to the way we were before the wounding took place, which in itself adds a dimension to our grief that is very deep. Yet it is possible for severed relationships to be reconciled.
— Anne Graham Lotz
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.
— Anne Lamott
Hope is grief's best music.
— Anonymous
Indeed it is not usual for the young to grieve.
— Euripides
Both stupid and lacking in foresight those poets of old who wrote songs for revels and dinners and banquets - pleasant sounds for men living at ease; but none of them all has discovered how to put to and end with their singing or musical instrument - grief, bitter grief from which death and disaster cheat the hopes of a house.
— Euripides
For to be in one's right mind causes grief: but madness is an ill; yet it is better to perish, nothing knowing of one's ills.
— Euripides
Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Receding from a grief, it seems necessary to retrace the same steps that brought us there.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Weep not for me but for thy children.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Joel did not quite believe in picture actresses' grief. They have other preoccupations—they are beautiful rose-gold figures blown full of life by writers and directors, and after hours they sit around and talk in whispers and giggle innuendoes, and the ends of many adventures flow through them.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
All my beautiful lovely safe world blew itself up here with a great gust of high explosive love.
— F Scott Fitzgerald