Grief And Loss Quotes

But the more people we love and the more deeply we love them, the more vulnerable we are to loss and grief and loneliness.

At one hundred, surely you learn to overcome loss and grief—or do they hound you till the bitter end?

As I started writing about loss and grief, I was taking what felt unmanageable and using my songwriting, my sense of poetry and discipline, to try and make it manageable.

Sorrows cannot all be explained away in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions.

I talk about things like how to lose without losing identity. All loss and grief feels like when you transition.

A lot of songs are inspiration and help people through pain, grief and loss.

It's not possible to put into words the sense of loss and grief that comes to a family that loses one of their children.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size.

The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep.

Sharing our stories can also be a means of healing. Grief and loss may isolate us, and anger may alienate us. Shared with others, these emotions can be powerfully uniting, as we see that we are not alone, and realize that others weep with us.

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

No matter how difficult things are, and no matter how much grief and loss there is, you can turn it into something positive.

You can't have real pain without real love. You can't feel grief and loss and hurt without real love. Love is the only way you can ever be really hurt deep down.

If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

For some moments in life there are no words.

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.

There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.

Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

When you are sorrowful, look again.

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.

You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

The Detective was different. Not that he wasn't a good man; Willie had heard enough about him to understand that he was the kind who didn't like to turn away from another's pain, the kind who couldn't put a pillow over his ears to drown out the cries of strangers. Those scars he had were badges of courage, and Willie knew that there were others hidden beneath his clothes, and still more deep inside, right beneath the skin and down to the soul. No, it was just that whatever goodness was there coexisted with rage and grief and loss.

You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.

Why bad things happen to good people

The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost.

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.

Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.

If you're going through hell, keep going.

The only cure for grief is action.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing...that is a friend who cares.

Friends share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.