Quotes About Mother Grief

#1. He gently touched his mother's cheek, felt her sorrow slip over his fingertips.

Jodi Picoult

#2. A wise son makes a glad father, But a foolish son is the grief of his mother.

Solomon

#3. Even in death, her mother was winning.

Noorilhuda

#4. She was too young to truly understand our loss, and she was too old to hold in my arms. Yet, I wanted nothing more than to clutch her against me as we faced the burial of her mother.

Cheryl R Cowtan

#5. During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.

Namie Amuro

#6. I've had people tell me to get over it. I politely tell them, 'How about if I chop off your finger and see if it grows back?

Jim Sheeler

#7. Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women, kitchen of love, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers.

Warsan Shire

#8. She missed most of all the feeling of having a mother.

Susan Ornbratt

#9. Once in my life I knew a grief so hard I could actually hear it inside, scraping at the lining of my stomach, an audible ache, dredging with hooks as rivers are dredged when someone's been missing too long. I have to think my mother felt something like that.

Leif Enger

#10. 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

#11. Regardless of your religious beliefs, you should never tell a mourning mother that it was "God's plan." For some people, that can be worse than saying nothing at all. For a non-believer, the words that are meant to console a religious person can do quite the opposite.

David G. McAfee

#12. It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we're deprived of something meaningful.

Laura Anderson Kurk

#13. Her mother's quiet disapproval and withdrawal was a death in itself, and Franckline's despair at it was transmitted, she was sure of it, to the child. She transgressed twice, first by making the child, then by giving it her despair, the despair that left it unable to live.

Pamela Erens

#14. Melly is the only woman friend I ever had," she thought forlornly, "the only woman except Mother who really loved me. She's like Mother, too. Everyone who knew her has clung to her skirts.

Margaret Mitchell

#15. My mother's last word to me clanks inside me like an iron bell that someone beats at dinnertime: love, love, love, love, love.

Cheryl Strayed

#16. My mother was lost to me, but I wasn't lost. She had anchored me, to Amma, my father, Link, Gatlin, before she left. I felt her in the streets, my house, the library, even the pantry.

Kami Garcia

#17. When a daughter loses a mother, the intervals between grief responses lengthen over time, but her longing never disappears. It always hovers at the edge of her awareness, prepared to surface at any time, in any place, in the least expected ways.

Hope Edelman

#18. His mother was as frosty as the polar icecaps. His sister was gone. Who did he have that cared about him? Who would remind him that he mattered?

Sofia Grey

#19. Why do the right wing media so assiduously scrutinize the words of a grief filled mother and ignore the words of a lying president?

Cindy Sheehan

#20. The first thing I tried to do in the months after losing my mother was to write a poem. I found myself turning to poetry in the way so many people do - to make sense of losses. And I wrote pretty bad poems about it. But it did feel that the poem was the only place that could hold this grief.

Natasha Trethewey

#21. Don't be so sure,' Cassie said. 'We're fighting for Mother Earth. She has some tricks up her sleeves.'
'Good grief,' Marco said. 'Let's all buy Birkenstocks and go hug some trees.

Katherine Applegate

#22. Good grief. Did my mother leave me any secrets? My favorite wine. Food. the key to my house. What's left?"
- "Well, we still don't know if you spit or swallow.

Eve Langlais

#23. It happened in New York, April 10th, nineteen years ago. Even my hand balks at the date. I had to push to write it down, just to keep the pen moving on the paper. It used to be a perfectly ordinary day, but now it sticks up on the calendar like a rusty nail.

Donna Tartt

#24. Mrs. Sussex said Byron's loss would grow more bearable. But here was the nub: he didn't want to lose his loss. Loss was all he had left of his mother. If time healed the gap, it would be as if she'd never been there.

Rachel Joyce

#25. When my mother died, I thought I'd drown in sorrow. But my grandmother said something very wise, and I've always held it close to my heart. She said that not even the sea is infinite, and neither is grief.

T. Frohock

#26. He took her like He took my mother. To torment me! To kill me and keep me alive to live dead! She did this, she let that bastard do this and your stupid loving GOD allowed it!!" ~Solomon Gorge~

Lucian Bane

#27. But with the increase of serious and just ground of complaint, a new kind of patience had sprung up in her Mother's mind. She was gentle and quiet in intense bodily suffering, almost in proportion as she had been restless and depressed when there had been no real cause for grief.

Elizabeth Gaskell

#28. He didn't sleep. His mother was too close. He could see every crease on her face, every worry line he'd ever given her.

Claire Zorn

#29. Or - but this more rarely happened - she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it.

Nathaniel Hawthorne

#30. You, of all people, understand the burden of having to prove that you are good enough to exist, that you are worth all the grief your mother caused everyone. Bastard equals monster in our hearts' respective lexicons; that's why you always had such insight into it.

Rachel Hartman

#31. A grieving son was given the opportunity to write parting words on a card at his mother's funeral. He quoted the verse, And morning came and Jesus was standing on the shore.

Megan McKenna

#32. Ten years from now, her mother might not even recognize her. Already she was different, but the day would come when she'd be this person her mother had never seen. There would be other people - someone like Carolyn or Alan, or even Violet - who had known her longer than her mother ever did.

Joyce Maynard

#33. There's nothing that symbolizes loss or grief more than a mother losing a child.

David LaChapelle

#34. For me, adoption was grief in reverse.

Jody Cantrell Dyer

#35. Let us bind ourselves tightly to the Sorrowful Heart of our Heavenly Mother and reflect on it's boundless grief and how precious is our soul.

Pio Of Pietrelcina

#36. Hard as I fought for it to be otherwise, finally I had to admit it too: without my mother, we weren't what we'd been; we were four people floating separately among the flotsam of our grief, connected by only the thinnest rope.

Cheryl Strayed

#37. You know what's worse than burying your own child? Not burying your own child.

John Hennessy

#38. Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe ...

May Sarton

#39. I love you best, and I'll miss you forever.

C.J. Redwine

#40. You can't love your mother or father if you don't also have the capacity to grieve their deaths and, perhaps even more so, grieve parts of their lives.

Glenn Beck

#41. 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

#42. I'd never felt more human than I did when my mother lay in bed, dying. This was not the frailty of a man who is said to be "only human," subject to a weakness or a vulnerability. This was a wave of sadness and loss that made me understand that I was a man expanded by grief.

Don DeLillo

#43. The singers make much of kings who valiantly die in battle, but your life is worth more than a sword. To me at least, who gave it to you.

George R R Martin

#44. Grief she could not feel, for there had been too much bitterness between her mother and herself to leave in her heart any deep feeling of affection; and looking back on the girl she had been she knew that it was her mother who had made her what she was.

W. Somerset Maugham

#45. There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.

Cheryl Strayed

#46. I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy, the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.

Mary Schmich

#47. My mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.

Gillian Flynn

#48. Fear is the mother of all emotion. Before love, hate, spite, grief, rage, and all the rest, there was fear, and fear gave birth to them all, and ask every combat soldier knows there are as many incarnations and species of fear as the Eskimo language has words for snow.

Ben Fountain

#49. Who but my mother held those small pieces of my childhood? Where would they go when she was gone?

Lorna Crozier

#50. Everybody dies, and everybody loses people they love-everybody-and that is not an excuse for you to fucking die. I love you, and I need you to be my mother, and I need you to have a life. So get over yourself.

Cynthia Hand

#51. if a parent loses a child, there was no special label for their grief. They were still just a mother or a father, even if they no longer had a son or daughter. That seemed odd.

M.L. Stedman

#52. Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took away all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.

Toni Morrison

#53. With their mother lying in a coma twenty miles away, they clung together drunkenly and wept for the loss of their father.

Richard Yates

#54. In your grief, too, I weep, mother of little children, You who will murder your own, In vengeance for the loss of married love

Euripides

#55. Find Hilary Jacobson on Facebook at her Mother Food Page and her group Healing Breastfeeding Grief.

Hilary Jacobson

#56. Mrs. Potter said you were a kind and loving soul, underneath all the rest. I guess that means your heart's so sad that it's hard to get out from under the weight. When I was sad about my mother dying, Granny used to say grief is the heaviest thing to carry alone. So I know all about that -Mike

Pam Munoz Ryan

#57. Reap, reap the grain and gather
The sweet grapes from the vine;
Our Lord's mother is weeping,
She hath nor bread nor wine;
She is weeping. The Queen of Heaven,
She hath nor bread nor wine.

Adelaide Crapsey

#58. There's just no love like the love of a mother for a child, no matter how that child comes into their life, and no loss or grief to match it.

Nora Roberts

#59. Held on to me like I was a baby. And she kept crying. So many tears. My clothes and hair were soaked with her tears. It was, like, my mother had given me a grief shower, you know? Like she'd baptized me with her pain.

Sherman Alexie

#60. Now in the thriving season of love
when the bud relents into flower,
your love turned absence has turned once more,
and if my comforts fall soft as rain
on her flutters, it is because
love grows by what it remembers of love

Lisel Mueller

#61. She thought, I need no cup. I am Chalice. I am filling with the grief and hurt and fear of my demesne; the shattered earthlines weigh me down; I am brimming with the needs of my people.

Robin McKinley

#62. Any place, then, can become a cemetery. All it takes is your body. It's not fair, I think, and I get this petulant wish for ugly flowers and mourners, my mother's old familiar grief. Somebody I love to tend my future grave. Probably this is the wrong thing to be wishing for.

Karen Russell

#63. A long while yet will you keep that great mother's grief. But it will turn in the end into quiet joy, and your bitter tears will be only tears of tender sorrow that purifies the heart and delivers it from sin.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#64. William's mother, dead these six years. He spoke of her with love, but without grief. Six years, and whatever the loss, happiness steals back.

Mary Stewart

#65. My friend lost his mother when we were at college. I spent a lot of nights talking with him. Lot of nights." He pauses. "I know what it's like. You don't just get over it. And it doesn't make any difference if you're supposedly a "grown-up". And it never goes away,

Sophie Kinsella

#66. ... struck. Once. And into that blow he put his childhood, his grief, his loss. He put his mother's sorrow and his sister's longing. The menorah, weighed down with that, crushed the Hermit's skull.

Louise Penny

#67. On my family: My mother buries her grief in her work. Having no work, grief buries me.

Suzanne Collins

#68. Death anxiety is the mother of all religions, which, in one way or another, attempt to temper the anguish of our finitude.

Irvin D. Yalom

#69. But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that I knew, but the parts of her that had come before me too.

Cheryl Strayed

#70. Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

Veronica Roth

#71. 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