Top 23 Quotes About Grief From Books
#1. I think, therefore I am. My fingers that caress these rose and frangipani petals are a result of my thoughts. I feel content, tender. I feel entranced, ecstatic and besotted by the fragrance of the flowers and this is because of my thoughts.
Mohamed Latiff Mohamed
#2. I suppose this is the reason why diaries are so rarely kept nowadays- that nothing ever happens to anybody.
A.A. Milne
#3. I can no more reread my own books than I can watch old home movies or look at snapshots of myself as a child. I wind up sitting on the floor, paralyzed by grief and nostalgia.
Francine Prose
#4. Joy is a sign of generosity. When you are full of joy, you move faster and you want to go about doing good to everyone.
Mother Teresa
#5. I threw all my pitches over the top which was important for me because my slider was hard to tell from my fastball at release.
Steve Carlton
#6. I got plenty of grief for 'Blackwater,' because in the books, there's this huge chain across the harbor that features prominently in the battle. And we simply weren't able to do it with our budget and do it any justice, so we had to lose it.
Neil Marshall
#7. Pak Karman hugged his wife's gravestone tightly. "You left without saying farewell!" The whole of the graveyard was ablaze with light.
Mohamed Latiff Mohamed
#8. Save yourself some grief. Check with the publicist you hire to see what other books he/she has coming out at the same time as yours.
M.J. Rose
#9. Jesmyn Ward returns to the world of her first two books, but here in the mode of non-fiction. A clear-eyed witness to the harrowing stories of 'men we reaped,' she quickens the dead and brings them, vividly alive again. An eloquent, grief-steeped account.
Nicholas Delbanco
#10. I am part of the part that once was everything,
Part of the darkness which gave birth to light ...
Mephistopheles, from Faust.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#11. Marijuana is like Coors beer. If you could buy the damn stuff at a Georgia filling station, youd decide you wouldnt want it.
Billy Carter
#12. It's a strange grief ... to die of nostalgia for something you you will never live.
Alessandro Baricco
#13. 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
#14. No one knows what to do with me now that I'm alive. There's no protocol for how to treat someone who comes back from the dead. There are so many books about grief and loss, about saying good-bye to the people you love. But there is no book about taking back that good-bye.
Amy Reed
#15. Oh my God, is it a bear?"
Ian's yell from across the camp made Snow stop. Then he choked as laughter spilled from his throat.
"It's not a bear, Ian," Rowe yelled. "It's just Snow. Gettin' some.
Jocelynn Drake
#16. Hearing my brother's words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss - wild and wired with no place to put those feelings.
Laura Anderson Kurk
#17. I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories which can lessen the pain at losing a person you have loved, and will always love. There are no rules, with loss.
Susan Fletcher
#18. Sometimes what a person expresses in their eyes is more than all the books you could read on suffering.
Shannon L. Alder
#19. I had always turned to books, to knowledge, to help me get through everything in my life - and,
sometimes, to escape it. But grief was a journey through a forest of razor blades. I walked through every
painful inch of it - no shortcuts and no anesthesia.
Michele Bardsley
#20. Their intentions may be good, but their judgment isn't.
Claudia Gray
#21. In the bar, the jukebox comes on. Molley must be trying to drown out the sounds of raised voices. I move toward her, unable to resist; her eyes are wet, her face flushed, and I can finally look at her, want her, let myself touch her without grief turning everything to ashes in my mouth.
Amie Kaufman
#22. It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.
William Dean Howells
#23. Raising a child is the very definition of ambivalence. I am overwhelmed at times by how something can simultaneously be so awful and so rewarding.
Elizabeth Gilbert