Top 51 Grief Memories Quotes
#1. Don't order any black things. Rejoice in his memory; and be radiant: leave grief to the children. Wear violet and purple. Be patient with the poor people who will snivel: they don't know; and they think they will live for ever, which makes death a division instead of a bond.
George Bernard Shaw
#2. It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too?
Keary Taylor
#3. I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.
Kellie Elmore
#4. Now I wonder if grief isn't something like a shell. You wear it for a long time and then one day you realize you've outgrown it. So you put it down. It doesn't mean that I want to let go of the memories of you or the love I have for you. But it does mean that I want to let go of the sadness.
Taylor Jenkins Reid
#5. I'd love to know how Dad saw me when I was 6. I'd love to know a hundred things. When a parent dies, a filing cabinet full of all the fascinating stuff also ceases to exist. I never imagined how hungry I'd be one day to look inside it.
David Mitchell
#6. Every day my love for you grows higher, deeper, wider, stronger ... It grows and grows until it touches the tip of where you are and comes back to me in the loving memory of you, and my heart melts with that love and grows even more.
Maureen Hunter
#7. That might be the problem. A lot of the good stuff is from the past. The Jonas Brothers, High School Musical, our shared grief. Our friendship is based on memories. What do we have now?
Angie Thomas
#8. Some part of him had hoped that a woman might one day see beyond his scars to the man he was inside. But Megan was doing more than just ignoring his ugliness. She was _accepting_ it with a woman's gentleness, her touch soothing memories of savage pain, grief, loneliness.
Pamela Clare
#9. My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.
Sanhita Baruah
#10. But cemeteries are like mousetraps for memories, catching grief by the tail before it knows what's what.
Jennifer E. Smith
#11. You will live in me always. Your words, your heart, your soul are all part of me. My heart is full of your memories. Thank you for the gift of your life. I will never forget you.
Amy Eldon
#12. Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory; against our pleasure we are temperate.
Aeschylus
#13. Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy, some grief,
some joy Memories are made of this.
Johnny Cash
#14. Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.
Erin Morgenstern
#15. Life when it ends is still alive, memories are the celebration of what it meant. Grieving is that part, our soul, that can't easily say goodbye
S.L. Northey
#16. Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?
Rumi
#17. And then I began to drift, fighting tears. I used to come here with Miriam. Miriam, my heart's desire. What was troubling her this morning? Maybe Kate had reproached her on the phone for leaving me? How dare Kate.
Oh yeah? Go for it, my darling. Remind her of what she's missing. No, don't.
Mordecai Richler
#18. I was sprawled out in my usual position on the couch, half asleep but entirely drunk, torturing myself by tearing memories out of my mind at random like matches from a book, striking them one at a time and drowsily setting myself on fire.
Jonathan Tropper
#19. A picture's worth a thousand words. But a single word can make you think of over a thousand pictures in your mind, over a thousand moments, a thousand memories.
Rebecca McNutt
#21. Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.
Mike Mills
#22. Not only had my brother disappeared, but
and bear with me here
a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.
John Corey Whaley
#23. He lives vividly in her recollections, however, and his memory is etched on her soul.
Dean Koontz
#24. The archaeology of grief is not ordered. It is more like earth under a spade, turning up things you had forgotten. Surprising things come to light: not simply memories, but states of mind, emotions, older ways of seeing the world.
Helen Macdonald
#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. The end of times?" said Nanny. "Look, Tiff, Esme tol' me to say, if you want to see Esmerelda Weatherwax, then just you look around. She is here. Us witches don't mourn for very long. We are satisfied with happy memories - they're there to be cherished.
Terry Pratchett
#27. And sometimes we cling because the memory is so painful that we can't stop visiting it and hoping to make it come out differently. The risk of letting go is that we have to confront our own selves and our own possibilities.
Amy Bloom
#28. Sometimes you hide away a memory because it is so precious that you don't want to dilute it with the attempt to recount it.
Joshua Gaylord
#29. The train blows through town
delivering reality,
slapping my face and screaming,
"You are alone"
Rose colored memories drown,
taking their last breath.
Kellie Elmore
#30. But every night I end up fighting my despair the second I lay my head on my pillow. It is then I miss her the most
when my brain stops moving for the day and the memories of her are allowed to flood my mind, causing agonizing grief.
Elizabeth Finn
#31. Mourning is one of the most profound human experiences that it is possible to have ... The deep capacity to weep for the loss of a loved one and to continue to treasure the memory of that loss is one of our noblest human traits.
Edwin S. Shneidman
#32. Memories of the last nine years have turned Ground Zero from a site of horror, to a reminder of grief, to an occasion for ludicrous artistic posturing - and now to something very close to parody.
John Podhoretz
#33. Memories of her parents would sneak up on her and hit her from behind at odd moments, sometimes for the most inane of reasons. One of her friends in Iceland, a theology student named Sigridur, had called them grief tackles,
Sarah Wendell
#34. She must face her grief where the struggle is always hardest-in the place where each trivial object is attended by pleasant memories.
Ellen Glasgow
#35. Memory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast pain.
Gail Caldwell
#36. Why do we as humans always tend to remember the worse things about people? We may know someone for many years, know them as vibrant and healthy, yet when they fall ill and pass away, we can only picture them at their sickest, as though they were born and lived their whole lives wearing a death mask.
K. Martin Beckner
#37. What happens when you return
and find nothing
but a hollowed shell,
shingles and floor,
walls and echoes
and the light that lead you here
has now burned out
and the ones who built it
have traveled afar
and you cant go to them,
no matter what shoes you wear.
Kellie Elmore
#38. But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, Majella!
Helen Hunt Jackson
#39. You can carry alt these memories around. They'll last longer than your grief, I promise, and someday you'll be able to think of them and feel like I'm right there with you again.
Stephanie Perkins
#40. You need time for the grief to heal, for the memories to fade in sharpness, time to adjust your expectation for the future. Be gentle with yourself, you'll make it.
Dee Henderson
#41. From perfect grief there need not beWisdom or even memory;One thing then learned remains to me -The woodspurge has a cup of three.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#42. There are places I cannot visit. Places of unbearable sadness, grief, mourning. They say places are made by people. I say places are defined by the memories they conjure - the lunge of a curse, a shared and shattered history, a loved one drowned and lost in the ocean of forgetting.
Psyche Roxas-Mendoza
#43. 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
#44. Our memories of our loved ones are the pearl we form around the grain of grief that causes us pain.
Jeff Zentner
#45. The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.
Orson Scott Card
#46. I buried my grief for my son, not my memories, but my grief.
Deborah Smith
#48. Grief is deeper when the sun goes down and memories rise up with the moon and stars.
Francine Rivers
#49. Eustasia Johannsen was ready. Anyone could see that. Everything about her ancient self gave evidence to it: Her skin, wrinkled and transparent ... But mainly, it was her eyes. They were drawn into her face as if her memories occupied more of her sight than what was actually in front of her.
Clare Vanderpool
#50. I know I could have saved your ashes to put into the ocean, but I wanted you to have the journey, all the way with the currents, to the open sea. And I know that when I finally get to see the waves washing on the shore, to hear them, I will feel you there.
Ava Dellaira
#51. Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.
Claudia Gray
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