Top 100 My Grief Quotes
#1. Three grey women walk with me
Fate and Grief and Memory.
My fate brought grief; my grief must be
With me through Eternity,
Such thy power, memory.
Three grey women walk with me.
Adelaide Crapsey
#2. In time, against conscience and even will, my grief for him began to include grief for myself. Sometimes I would get the feeling that I was going to waste. It was my life calling me to itself. It was the light that shines in darkness calling me back into time.
Wendell Berry
#3. So I pushed the bitterness down, into the black pit of my stomach along with my regret and my grief and my fear, and I said, I'm fine. May i go now?
R. J. Anderson
#4. My grief journey is my own. Others may walk it with me, but no one can walk it for me.
Danny L. Deaube
#5. In order to weep, I had descended to the realm of the dead themselves, to their secret chambers, led by the invisible but soft hands of birds down stairways which were folded up again as I advanced. I displayed my grief in the friendly fields of death, far from men: within myself.
Jean Genet
#6. Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
Franz Schubert
#7. And did with sighs their fate deplore,
Since I must shelter them no more;
And if before my joys were such,
In having heard, and seen too much,
My grief must be as great and high,
When all abandoned I shall be,
Doomed to a silent destiny.
Aphra Behn
#8. Grief moves through the system much as love does. It seeks expression. So I put my grief where it naturally belonged, in the company of an old and experienced wound. I gathered my feelings, shattered, scattered, and wild, and locked them in the same place where I kept my feelings about my daughter.
Kate Mulgrew
#9. 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
#10. Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#11. I wish I'd never been an actor. I'd rather have been a streetwalker, selling my body, than selling my tears and my laughter, my grief and my joy.
Klaus Kinski
#12. Help me to understand, what my grief has prevented me from seeing - within.
Eleesha
#13. I'm not particularly keen on pity. Pity takes something away from grief. People think they're sharing it, but really they're just taking some. I prefer to keep my grief intact.
Elizabeth Jane Howard
#14. The Romans can not be condemned for the conquest of Egypt; we were conquered by time itself in the end. And all the wonders of this brave new century should draw me from my grief and yet I can not heal my heart; and so the mind suffers; the mind closes as if it were a flower without sun
Anne Rice
#15. I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.
S.J. Watson
#16. I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
Omar Khayyam
#17. His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief ... Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.
Robin Hobb
#18. When I could find something to laugh about for 30 minutes, my grief lightened just enough to make the day bearable.
Sharon E. Rainey
#19. Were floods of tears to be unloosed In tribute to my grief, The doves of Noah ne'er had roost Nor found an olive-leaf.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
#20. Raindrops fall from clouds of gray.
The fragile flowers grow.
Teardrops seem all I can say.
They speak of endless woe.
Your fingers wipe my grief away.
A seed of love you sow.
A hardened heart reverts to clay.
You mold my love just so.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#21. If I talk about my father's funeral, as I did when I was promoting the last novel, 'Being Dead,' I'm not going to tell any lies, but there are certain things I'm not going to tell you, and I'm certainly not going to tell my grief.
Jim Crace
#22. Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
Marianne Williamson
#23. 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
#24. I buried my grief for my son, not my memories, but my grief.
Deborah Smith
#25. My grief is that the publishing world, the book writing world is an extraordinary shoddy, dirty, dingy world.
V.S. Naipaul
#26. I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.
Robin Hobb
#27. My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move!
Edmund Waller
#28. 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
#29. My grief reminds me what is dear to my heart by what is no longer to be. Loss is a part of the movement of change, and the grief that accompanies loss is necessary in order to let the movement of change flow through. Tears are like a river releasing to open waters.
Sharon Weil
#30. Sometimes my grief is overwhelming, and even though I understand that we will never see each other again, there is a part of me that wants to hold on to you forever.
Nicholas Sparks
#31. My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.
Dylan Thomas
#32. My grief lies all within; and these external manner of laments are merely shadows of the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortur'd soul.
William Shakespeare
#33. My grief had become a thick scab; I picked at it from time to time, but mostly I left it alone. I didn't want to know what was underneath.
Marshall Thornton
#34. [ ... ] But then,
What is not vain, by God, in lives of men?
All is in vain! We play at blind man's buff
Until hard edges break into out path.
Man life's is error. Where, then, is relief?
In shedding tears or wrestling down my grief?
Jan Kochanowski
#35. I didn't feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment I would have to live a hundred more years, carrying my grief around like a backpack full of stones.
Jennifer Weiner
#36. In my life, no three miles have been flat and no three days have had sun. I've been brave in the past, but now I'm beyond devastated. My grief is like dense clouds that cannot be dispersed. I can't think beyond the blackness of my clothes and heart.
Lisa See
#37. Ever, my grief is for me, not Lina. She's fine ... happy even. You should've seen her-it was like she was headed off on her most exciting adventure yet.
Alyson Noel
#38. For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas, she thought. This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life.
Frank Herbert
#39. I still loved Marc desperately and couldn't imagine life without him. Jace was ... something else. Something I could feel but couldn't articulate. Something I wanted, and hadn't been able to resist in my grief-weakened state. He was something that would have to wait.
Rachel Vincent
#40. The failure to cultivate virtue, the failure to examine and analyze what I have learned, the inability to move toward righteousness after being shown the way, the inability to correct my faults-these are the causes of my grief.
Confucius
#41. When your father died, I remember standing at his grave and thinking, This is the place where I can leave my grief. It wasn't immediately, of course, but I had somewhere to go, and every time I visited the cemetery, I felt like when I got back into my car, a tiny little bit of grief was gone.
Karin Slaughter
#42. My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.
Morgan Rhodes
#44. My grief sought out all parts of my body it hadn't yet inhabited, and I felt like I might collapse in on myself right there, at last, spectacularly
John Darnielle
#45. My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.
Alice Hoffman
#46. During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.
Namie Amuro
#47. Gradually, without my noticing, my grief has changed shape; from a raw, jagged pain that won't be silenced to a dull, rounded ache I'm able to lock away at the back of my mind.
Clare Mackintosh
#48. I wonder if I were to have an X-ray at the little hospital, would the machine see my grief? Is it like rust, arheum about the heart?
Sebastian Barry
#49. I wasn't the only orphan in Guatemala. There are many others, and it's not my grief alone, it's the grief of a whole people.
Rigoberta Menchu
#51. From the onset, I saw victims on both ends of the gun. I will mourn my son's death for the rest of my life. Now, however, my grief has been transformed into a powerful commitment to change. Change is urgently needed in a society where children kill children.
Azim Khamisa
#53. I will trade my self-pity for hate. My guilt for cunning. My grief for the spirit of vengeance.
Rick Yancey
#54. To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.
Marie Bashkirtseff
#55. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
O sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week,
Or if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
William Shakespeare
#56. I had a feeling of shame about my grief, as if I was making false amends for the bitterness I felt towards him when he was alive.
Michael Ignatieff
#57. It was as if an embankment had been swept away and I (Neel ) were floundering in a flood , trying not to drown in my grief.
Amitav Ghosh
#58. I feel as if part of me is now made of sorrow, some new and tender organ that will pain me until the day I die. I know Maren is safe and well, and made beautiful in all ways. My grief is not for her but for myself - because I miss her . . . because she is missing from me.
Carrie Anne Noble
#59. Somehow he's looked inside me and he's seen what lurks in there: that even in my grief, all I worry about is myself.
Stephen Lloyd Jones
#60. 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
#61. Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
William Shakespeare
#62. My resolve, my anger, even my grief gave me confidence
Rick Riordan
#63. Yet then from all my grief, O Lord, Thy mercy set me free, Whilst in the confidence of pray'r My soul took hold on thee.
Joseph Addison
#64. For my grief's so great
That no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
(Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
William Shakespeare
#65. And motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit screamed, I'm sorry the queen is dead, and I'm going to look fashionable while showing my grief
Richelle Mead
#66. The twilight hour comes: even my grief is swept away by the anonymity of life.
Montri Umavijani
#67. The moment I fell in love with running, I started forgetting my grief and traumas.
Fauja Singh
#68. It seemed like way too much work, cleaning up my grief.
Jennifer Brown
#69. I'm still a broken girl struggling through the stages of my grief, trying to reenter the real world without the man who is still part of me.
Kim Karr
#70. I will control myself, or go inside.
I will not flaw perfection with my grief.
Handsome, this day: no matter who has died.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#71. Oh, what do my grief and my misfortune matter if I have the strength to be happy?
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#72. All of my conjuring had led only to ruin and death. Now I was a wounded witch, waiting in the forest, undone.
Ariel Levy
#73. We will not open healed wounds!"
"My wounds are not healed!" I stated just as firmly. "They will never be healed until justice is done!
V.C. Andrews
#74. May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.
Herculine Barbin
#75. You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief. Yes, you are dead. And I and my family and everyone, always, forever. All dead, like stones. But what does it matter? You still have to go to work in the morning. You still have to live.
Catherynne M Valente
#76. The ice cold fear I'd felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wall with other girls and surrounded by guys who were unspeakably brave, hit my body again in a wave. This was trauma - the gift that keeps on giving.
Laura Anderson Kurk
#77. Once in a stately passion I cried with desperate grief
'Oh Lord, my heart is black with guile, of sinners I am chief'
Then stooped my guardian angel and whispered from behind
'Vanity my little man, you're nothing of the kind'
James Thomson
#78. Everything at the moment, my dear, no doubt seems disgusting. I know the mood too well. But being in that mood, Ross, is like being out in the frost. If we do not keep on the move we shall perish.
Winston Graham
#79. 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
#80. Why do you write?' Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn't write. Because I'm obsessed and compelled. Because I'd be utterly useless at anything else.
Jennifer Donnelly
#81. For my part I have no joy in tears after dinnertime. There will always be a new dawn tomorrow. Yet I can have no objection to tears for any mortal who dies and goes to his destiny. And this is the only consolation we wretched mortals can give, to cut our hair and let the tears roll down our faces.
Homer
#82. But you come with tidings of grief and danger, as is your wont, they say.' 'Because I come seldom but when my help is needed,' answered Gandalf. 'And
J.R.R. Tolkien
#83. By and by, the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is again
To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.
Henry Howard, Earl Of Surrey
#84. Learning about all those different things psychologically - about grief and my own addictions and problems and stuff like that, and really getting an education on it, I think it was part of the process of it, learning about it and trying to lick it.
Richie Sambora
#85. It's like I have this large black hole in my brain and it's sucking the life out of me. The answers are in there so I sit for hours and stare. No matter how hard and long I look, I only see darkness.
Katie McGarry
#86. There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.
Adah Isaacs Menken
#87. It's not that I am not moved by these things, that I don't them in my life. But lately, their power has diminished. - 140
Robin Romm
#88. Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault:
Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts.
William Shakespeare
#89. I am not functioning very well. Living with the knowledge that the baby is dead is painful. I feel so far away from you, God. I can only try to believe that you are sustaining me and guiding me through this. Please continue to stand by my side.
Christine O'Keeffe Lafser
#90. A heavier task could not have been impos'd,
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.
William Shakespeare
#91. Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence, back to my prison of paradise, back to the one place I knew I could be happy, yet miserable, all in the same day.
Holly Hood
#92. You are reduced / To the after-sorrow / That will last my lifetime. The hair-tearing / Grief of the mother / Whose child has been swept away.
Mary Jo Bang
#93. When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.
Alanis Morissette
#94. I was 'led' to read The Shack by Wm Paul Young after the sudden & unexpected death of my fiance', Marina DeAngelo in July of 2012. It helped me as it has millions of people with the trauma and grief associated with the great personal loss of a loved one."
~R. Alan Woods [2013]
R. Alan Woods
#95. Nothing is permanent in my mysterious world, even my moments of belief - Jenifer
Durgesh Satpathy
#96. I had a sister who died and my mother passed away. I know that grief comes in waves. When deep grief hits, I know that it hurts like hell, and then you get a little bit of a respite, and then it comes back, and it hurts like hell. I know it can be survived.
Emily Saliers
#97. And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job
where the machine seems to run on much as usual
I loath the slightest effort. Not only writing but even reading a letter is too much.
C.S. Lewis
#98. I find my anger ebbing away, and I'm lost in muffled grief again, this time not just for Tris, but for Uriah, whose smile is burned into my memory. My friend's brother, and then my friend, too, though not for long enough to let his humor work its way into me, not for long enough.
Veronica Roth
#99. My experience has been that grief and loss do not necessarily become more acceptable with time, and commitment to them is of no value to either the living or the dead.
James Lee Burke
#100. Secret, smug believers! God never gives you
more than you can bear, they like to say, as if
the strong should be punished for their strength:
We can bear it. So we got it.
But what about my baby? How weak does
a newborn have to be to escape God's burdens?
Brenda Shaughnessy
