Dark Grief Quotes

#1. I was so full of missing her that I felt my heart would splinter into a thousand tiny pieces, but I found comfort in the thought of them together up there in the shade of those old trees, overlooking the bay. It tempered my grief ever so slightly, like a feather come to lodge in a dark place.

Ute Carbone

#2. It ... whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I ... I don't even know if I want to be saved.

Kellie Elmore

#3. My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.

Morgan Rhodes

#4. Don't complain about autumn. Walk with grief like a good friend. Listen to what he says. Sometimes the cold and dark of a cave give the opening we most want.

Jalaluddin Rumi

#5. Sweetheart, when you walk my way,
Be it dark or be it day;
Dreary winter, fairy May,
I shall know and greet you.
For each day of grief or grace
Brings you nearer my embrace;
Love hath fashioned your dear face,
I shall know you when I meet you.

Frank Lebby Stanton

#6. It began with the Christmas tree lights. They were candy-bright, mouth-size. She wanted to feel the lightness of them on her tongue, the spark on her tastebuds. Without him life was so dark, and all the holiday debris only made it worse. She promised herself she wouldn't bite down.

Kirsty Logan

#7. In a dark time, the eye begins to see.

Theodore Roethke

#8. And it is, by the way, from the presence of others that we really derive support in our dark hours of grief, and not from their talk, which often only serves to irritate us.

H. Rider Haggard

#9. She felt almost guilty that she had handed some of her grief to him, and then she felt close to him for his willingness to take it and hold it, in all its rawness, all its dark confusion.

Colm Toibin

#10. Do right! and thou hast naught to fear;Right hath a power that makes thee strong.The night is dark, but light is near;The grief is short, the joy is long.

Thomas Cogswell Upham

#11. the mind is a treasure
trove, an almanac, a tomb.

Beth Morey

#12. For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.

Haruki Murakami

#13. And I hope she does not live in a dark world. Because even the most terrible loss doesn't have to make you darker; it can make you deeper.

Augusten Burroughs

#14. If grief were a force of nature it would be the sea, that rose and rose higher like waves, each blow leaving you breathless, each wave greater than the last, hitting you quicker than you can recover, finally dragging you down into its dark depths.
I drowned in mine.

Gowri Rekha

#15. It seemed so simple in a lot of ways, to use a basic melody to pull away from myself. To ease the pain and hide my feelings deep within a metaphor that only I understood. I couldn't have foreseen that my quiet and dark night of the soul would start me down a path of expression through song.

Mike Ericksen

#16. Ava turned to the side, staring out into the dark. In profile, her face was suddenly tired and sad, and Cole felt the urge to wrap himself around her. To protect her from whatever was dragging her down.

Danika Stone

#17. The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#18. I found it not inappropriate that the years of frustration and grief and loss, of work and conflict and painful resurrection, should have led me through their dark and devious ways to this new beginning.

Vera Brittain

#19. Who shall tell the lady's grief
When her Cat was past relief?
Who shall number the hot tears
Shed o'er her, beloved for years?
Who shall say the dark dismay
Which her dying caused that day?

Christina Rossetti

#20. But grief is not a force and has no power to hold. You only bear it. Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery. Sometimes

Wendell Berry

#21. In a matter of moments, I awakened to a life that wasn't mine. It was like peering into a dark hidden world that I wasn't supposed to know about and that my mind didn't want to believe existed.

Mike Ericksen

#22. Given the dark fears we feel when we experience loss, nothing is more generous and loving than the willingness to embrace grief in order to forgive. To be forgiven is to be loved.

Brene Brown

#23. Rachel felt the grief grow so wide and deep it felt like a dark fathomless pool she'd never emerge from. Because there was nothing left to do now, nothing except endure it.

Ron Rash

#24. Despite countless prayers for Joseph to be safe, God said no. His plan remains a mystery. I have had to accept that mystery and trust Him in the dark.

Shelley Ramsey

#25. He was now working his way through the many shades of grief. Sadness made everything gray, he'd learned, but there were different types of gray, some darker than others. There were dark spots in his memories he wasn't brave enough to enter.

Lauren DeStefano

#26. No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud, their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed.

Ogden Nash

#27. There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may hide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.

William C. Bryant

#28. An image of Mia flashes before my eyes. Seventeen years old, those dark eyes full of love, intensity, fear, music, sex, magic, grief.

Gayle Forman

#29. I loved everything about her, and I didn't care how dark she got. If anything it was what I loved the most, the veil of pain that fell across her face most of the day, and all of the night.

Brendan Cowell

#30. He may take long walks
in the raining dark
almost aimlessly
to a spot of soaked grass
in a neighbor's open field.
He's decided this is the place
for you and him to meet again.

Kristen Henderson

#31. 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.

Stephen King

#32. Shadowed beneath his brow bone were cold dark eyes containing secrets and sadness, bitterness and grief.

T.L. Parker

#33. We all practice self-deception to a degree; no man can handle complete honesty without being cut at each turn. There's not enough room in a man's head for sanity alongside each grief, each worry, each terror that he owns. I'm well used to burying such things in a dark cellar and moving on.

Mark Lawrence

#34. A passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna ...

John Geddes

#35. After all, the girl actually had faith in something, which was more than most people had in these dark times. It was wrong to destroy it.

Chris Womersley

#36. Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed
You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.

Munia Khan

#37. There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.

Adah Isaacs Menken

#38. By and large over time, pain turns into grief, grief turns into silence, and silence turns into lonesomeness, as vast and bottomless as the dark oceans

Elif Shafak

#39. He would only be here one more night.
And then back on deployment, whispered the dark part of my soul. He might never come back. You might be the last woman he ever has.

Sofia Grey

#40. Cursed the crown that brought such grief to me

J. Leigh Bralick

#41. To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

Mary Roach

#42. She felt grief move within her like a barefoot woman flitting through a dark house.

Thrity Umrigar

#43. A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,
A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,
Which finds no natural outlet or relief,
In word, or sigh, or tear.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#44. They invent a howling theatrical language through which it becomes possible to express the grief of the whole world, a language understood by no one but the two of them.

Unica Zurn

#45. I had accepted that all the dark memories were mine. But I had never realized that the beautiful ones were mine too. I had a right to them. And the right to embrace them, regardless of what happened before and after. I had a right to my happiness, as well as my grief.

Linda Olsson

#46. Rage keeps the person who feels it company. It moves into the hollows left by grief and loss, and turns inside you like a dark furred animal that grows and fills you; it kills off loneliness and takes its place.

Paula Sharp

#47. He is happy whom the Muses love. For though a man has sorrow and grief in his soul, yet when the servant of the Muses sings, at once he forgets his dark thoughts and remembers not his troubles. Such is the holy gift of the Muses to men.

Hesiod

#48. In the history of thought and culture the dark nights have perhaps in some ways cost mankind less grief than the false dawns, the prison houses in which hope persists less grief than the promised lands where hope expires.

Louis Kronenberger

#49. For a long time things were so bad. Very bad. Dark even when there was light.
The only thing that kept the dark back was the Forever Shiny Thing that was her secret ...
It is a word ... the word hangs on a silver chain. The word is HOPE.

Dean Koontz

#50. Because your grief at what you saw in those moments was too much for her to bear. Your pain made her weak. Her pain made you strong. Light and dark. Dark and light.

Melina Marchetta

#51. Letting myself fall wasn't easy. It wasn't hard either. It was a calling that I had to honour. I did honour. I took a plunge into my dark abyss. I faced my grief, my fear, my sadness, my loneliness, my anguish, myself. (Page 78)

Neena Verma

#52. Somehow, grief had seemed easier to bear when the skies were dark and a cold wind kept cats and prey inside their nests.

Erin Hunter

#53. I feel that writers think with their noses to the ground, and the dark stuff kind of comes to me more, even though I really am sort of an upbeat guy. It's an honest descent into darkness. And you can't have the joy without the grief - it's why we listen to Mozart's 'Requiem.'

Andre Dubus III

#54. I'm not prepared for Rue's family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds.

Suzanne Collins

#55. absence
looks like a lake bed flooded with sky
sounds like cotton howling
tastes like tear-stained pillows
smells like churning bile and burnt hair
feels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying

Beth Morey

#56. She could almost feel him prodding her; urging her to go on. As the wails of pain and torment assulted her ears, she knew that's exactly what she would do until the war was over and she could crawl into a quiet, dark corner and mourn for the part of her that had died with him.

Jaclyn A. Wilson