Top 100 Quotes About Death Grief
#1. Didn't anyone who changed things ultimately lead some people - perhaps many people - to death, grief, torment?
Greg Bear
#2. The English social anthropologist Geoffrey Gorer, in his 1965 Death, Grief, and Mourning, had described this rejection of public mourning as a result of the increasing pressure of a new "ethical duty to enjoy oneself," a novel "imperative to do nothing which might diminish the enjoyment of others.
Joan Didion
#3. Grief is NOT a mental illness or an emotional disorder. Anyone who tells you otherwise has never experienced it for themselves.
Rebecca McNutt
#4. All of my conjuring had led only to ruin and death. Now I was a wounded witch, waiting in the forest, undone.
Ariel Levy
#5. 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
#6. I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.
Shannon Celebi
#7. Just as it is impossible to explain childbirth to a woman who has never given birth, it is impossible to explain child loss to a person who has never lost a child.
Lynda Cheldelin Fell
#8. Then there's the kind of zombie I've become now: the one who has lost everything - his brain, his heart, his light, his direction. He wanders the world, bumping into this, tripping over that, but keeps going and going. That is life after death.
Adam Silvera
#9. She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.
Christy A. Campbell
#10. Oh, lonely death on lonely life! Oh, now I feel my topmost greatness lies in my topmost grief.
Herman Melville
#11. 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
#12. My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.
Richard Adams
#13. Jesus might not think so, but maybe the dead are best left that way.
Chris Scofield
#14. Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side?
Alice Cary
#15. At that moment his soul is fuller of the tomb and him who lies there than of the altar and Him of whom it speaks. Such stages have to be gone through, I believe, by all young and brave souls, who must win their way through hero-worship to the worship of Him who is the King and Lord of heroes.
Thomas Hughes
#16. It feels like I'm stuck in one spot. It's been this way for a long time. I know you understand, but now you're moving on without me. And I - I'm not ready to be alone.
Brent Jones
#17. Dying is a very solitary thing. The only thing we can do it be there when she wants us there.
Lois Lowry
#18. and after she went, Dalton didn't last long. His death certificate listed heart failure as the cause, but Owen Gray knew it had been loneliness and grief. After
James Thayer
#19. Just remember, what the French say. No, probably not the French, they've got a president or something. The Brits, maybe, or the Swedes. You know what I mean?"
"No, Matthew. What do they say?"
"The king is dead, that's what they say. The king is dead. Long live the king.
Neil Gaiman
#20. 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
#21. 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
#22. Goodbyes are not easy, but I'm ready to move on. I'm not reluctant, Emma, not holding back. I don't have answers to the questions, but I have some good questions. I have loved life, but I believe that life is to be loved, it is a gift.
Madeleine L'Engle
#23. Should I rejoice in the inferiority of my fate?" - John Lockwood
Noorilhuda
#24. 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
#25. I lost someone close to me once . . . Taught me to live in the moment. Life is short, you know?
Brent Jones
#26. Grief. Death was not an intellectual conceit. It was an existential black hole, an animal riddle, both problem and solution, and the grief it inspired could not be fixed or bypassed like a faulty relay, but only endured.
Noah Hawley
#27. Nurse your grief, don't spill a drop of it, because it'll help you to reach your zenith, some day.
Lara Biyuts
#28. Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release.
Kiersten White
#29. Part of dealing with the sense of being cut off - for both the one dying and the one bereaved - is acknowledging that though a vital part of life has changed dramatically, all relationships (with friends, even with you, perhaps) have not.
Sandra L. Bertman
#30. Saving You
The darkness takes him over,
the sickness pulls him in;
his eyes - a blown out candle,
I wish to go with him.
Sometimes I see a flicker
a light that shone from them;
I hold him to me tightly,
before he's gone again.
Lang Leav
#31. His absence is so big it's like he's there.
Patrick Ness
#33. Conner hadn't liked leaving the gravesite with his father still not buried. But he'd learned from his grandmother's funeral that you have to go. It's expected. Nobody hangs around the cemetary. Grief - a little or a lot - is tucked into your pocket and carried away.
Kathleen Jeffrie Johnson
#34. Death is the opening-and the closing-of a Door.
Ethel M. Dell
#35. Verily, a man should not cling to those who have passed, for he will likely neglect service to the living.
Wayne Gerard Trotman
#36. I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.
Patricia Briggs
#37. What pays for all this?"
"Grief in the face of inevitable death. The wish to stop time. The human condition.
Margaret Atwood
#38. He wept bitter tears over the death of his enemy. It was his enemy, after all, who knew him best and kept him up at night.
Donna Lynn Hope
#39. LOVE IS LIKE A DESIGNER FASHION, ENJOY IT WHEN YOU HAVE IT. LET IT GO WHEN IT IS GONE BECAUSE A NEW ONE WILL COME.
Linda Alfiori
#40. I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn't be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.
Time, they say, flies, but I saw it slowly passing by taking each of my tardy breaths with it as it walked out of my life ...
Sanhita Baruah
#41. Accepting death doesn't mean you won't be devastated when someone you love dies. It means you will be able to focus on your grief, unburdened by bigger existential questions like, "Why do people die?" and "Why is this happening to me?" Death isn't happening to you. Death is happening to us all.
Caitlin Doughty
#42. Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our grief. As for me, I have faith; I believe in a future life. How could I do otherwise? My daughter was a soul; I saw this soul. I touched it, so to speak.
Victor Hugo
#43. If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.
Peter Heller
#44. 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
#45. Hatred is the fury of those who do not share our goals, and its object is death and destruction. Anger is a grief of distortions between peers, and its object is change.
Audre Lorde
#47. You're my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, find me, come back from wherever you are. Be with me.
Audrey Niffenegger
#48. I felt like the sky around me was closing me in. Trapping me in some sort of bubble where time stands still and grief would linger on forever.
Molli Fields
#49. According to Elizabeth Kubler Ross, there are fivestages of grief a person passes through after the death of aloved one: Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Colleen Hoover
#50. I know you're hurting, Taylor, but grief is clouding your judgement and you need to stay focused. If you attack her now, you won't win. You know she has the advantage, Taylor. I've taught you this. Please, we just need to get out of here.
Embee
#51. She was gone but it seemed she was still always there, right at the center.
Georgia Blain
#52. Terrorist activity is continually recurring in various parts of the world, sowing death and destruction and plunging many of our brothers and sisters into grief and despair
Pope Benedict XVI
#53. Just as a snowflake
went on to feed a puddle that filled a stream and then the river, the
pumpkin patch is a gathering of molecules from my old goats, chickens,
and cats, feeding the underworld of dirt creatures. And somewhere, my
father's ashes mingle with birds, air, and sea.
Katherine Dunn
#54. The thing about dead people ... The thing is you sound like a bastard if you don't romanticize them, but the truth is ... complicated, I guess.
John Green
#55. As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss.
Robert J. Wiersema
#56. I destroyed that doll, hoping the sacrifice would somehow reverse time and bring my father back. I was a mad scientist and an angry child.
Walter Mosley
#57. This is another day! Are its eyes blurred with maudlin grief for any wasted past? A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt! Let dust clasp dust, death, death; I am alive!
Don Marquis
#58. It occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him
his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.
Lauren Oliver
#59. Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?"
"Then what died? who are you mourning?"
"A point of view.
Neil Gaiman
#60. Adam pressed his hand to his face. Sighed. Right. It's just that ... He died. And I'm so freaking pissed off, I swear I'd punch him in the face if he were standing right here.
Kristina McBride
#61. This is why the oceans taste of salt. It is because of all the tears of mermaids for sailors who have died for their love. The oceans are salt with death and grief.
Jaxy Mono
#62. Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done ... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
#63. Listen with your heart, not your brain. the heart only knows TRUTH!
Sherri Bridges Fox
#64. No matter what we are or who created us, we're all energy. And energy that becomes bound together by love cannot be torn apart. Not by time. Not by grief and pain. Not even the veil of death.
Callie Hart
#65. Talking about your feeling with someone who is willing to listen can be enormously consoling, especially if that person has experienced a death similar to the one you are grieving.
Candy Lightner
#66. daughter's death had loosed something in Sara, a savage kind of grief that burned onto the canvas.
Dominic Smith
#67. 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
#68. Sam was your brother, and Trick was your friend, but what they did had nothing to do with you. You don't have to choose. Just because me and your dad couldn't live together, didn't mean you had to stop loving one of us, did it? Doesn't work like that. Love doesn't work like that.
C.J. Flood
#69. Grief is the midwife of your capacity to be immensely grateful for being born.
Stephen Jenkinson
#70. You lose a child and you do understand each other's grief at first, but if you get out of step with each other, it's all over. Suddenly each of you is alone.
Alison Bruce
#71. There was a super-8 steel town somewhere, where all the forgotten things in the cruel world ended up eventually, Mandy was sure of it ... this place, she decided, was called Smog City.
Rebecca McNutt
#72. I realized that whilst crying over the loss, the living did not seem adequate because they were not my loved one. The room full of strangers hurt me profusely. Even as I saw thousands of young people; I felt incomplete and more saddened because the one I wanted to see was buried.
Phindiwe Nkosi
#73. Help me to understand, what my grief has prevented me from seeing - within.
Eleesha
#74. We would prefer all gain and no loss in life, yet that would gain us nothing more than great loss.
Craig D. Lounsbrough
#75. Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.
Stephen Grosz
#76. Thus ended the first and adventurous part of his existence.
What followed was so different that, but for the reality of sorrow which remained with him, this strange part must have resembled a dream.
Joseph Conrad
#77. But reading her journals has helped her to remember more than that morning. There was more to Anthony's life than his death. And there was more to Anthony than his autism. So much more. She can think about Anthony now and not be consumed by autism or grief.
Lisa Genova
#78. We are generally not programmed to imagine death, to handle death, to absorb grief, at least not in the immediacy of things, definitely not when the 'thing' has happened to another person.
Neena Verma
#79. The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.
Phindiwe Nkosi
#80. The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-filled heart to open wide, filling the space of emptiness that grief may have created with a renewed sense of peace, compassion, and love.
Molly Friedenfeld
#81. 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
#82. For the country was so rejoiced at the death of the giants, and so many of their lost friends had been restored to the nobility and men of wealth, that the gladness surpassed the grief. "Ye have indeed left your lives to your people, my great brothers!
George MacDonald
#83. To kill was to be doomed. To kill was to die, yourself.
Kelly Braffet
#84. My friends love me terribly, and their grief will be a screaming storm if I die.
Tessa Gratton
#85. 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
#86. This is my story.
Death tried to kill it;
Grief tried to drown it;
Pride tried to erase it;
Pain tried to hide it;
but
Deep saved it.
My story grew words while waiting in Deep and now my words have wings to fly. Lottie Johnson, age 96
Sandi Morgan Denkers
#87. Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don't notice it, but, out of the blue, it'll flare to life.
Maria V. Snyder
#88. Sweetheart, I'm telling you, you love someone like that, you love them the right way, and no time would be enough. Doesn't matter if you had thirty years," she tells me. "It wouldn't be enough.
Taylor Jenkins Reid
#89. It's like you're always living in your head. . . . Relax and appreciate your surroundings a little.
Brent Jones
#90. Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever
Jandy Nelson
#91. Do what you love and own who you are.
Time is precious ad death is real.
So is Art: It defies them both
Galadrielle Allman
#92. For a moment they still lived and I experienced their deaths as a fresh loss with each waking, so that I was unsure whether I was a man waking from a dream of death or a dreamer entering a world of loss, a man dreaming of unhappiness or a man waking to grief.
John Connolly
#93. Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back
to be sucked back
into it?
C.S. Lewis
#94. Better to scratch the wound than bandage it: those who lose a child shouldn't be consoled; parents die to make room for their kids, not the other way around. He wasn't being cruel, he just thought a gash that deep had to be respected, not swaddled over with cuddles.
Yuri Herrera
#95. 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
#96. 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
#97. The moonlight rained down on the beach as if to shine a spotlight on my solitude, and I wanted to cry out at it, 'Why did you take her? You, surrounded by all of your twinkling stars and infinite wonders and darkness. There's already enough beauty where you are.
Rachael Wade
#99. The mystery of death, the riddle of how you could speak to someone and see them every day and then never again, was so impossible to fathom that of course we kept trying to figure it out, even when we were unconscious.
Francine Prose
#100. What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.
Carrie Jones
