3,968 Quotes About Grief

He also knew the language of The Klingons, but the army had no use for it.

Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.

I knew that suffering can purify, that it's a kind of fire that can be worth enduring, but there were degrees of it to which I chose not to subject myself.

I was sprawled out in my usual position on the couch, half asleep but entirely drunk, torturing myself by tearing memories out of my mind at random like matches from a book, striking them one at a time and drowsily setting myself on fire.

It's not life situations but our thoughts are the pilots of grief.

But he [Buttercup] must understand. He must know that the unthinkable has happened and to survive will require previously unthinkable acts. Because hours later, when I come to in my bed, hes there in the moonlight. Crouched beside me, yellow eyes alert, guarding me from the night.

I want you to grab a rag,a sponge, the corner of your shirt―anything you can find—to sopup the liquid—so much of ityou can’t tell what’s what—be itmucus or bile or vomit or blood―as if every water has been brought upfor this giving-in, as if his bodyis already a river and rushing away.

To kill was to be doomed. To kill was to die, yourself.

Some days, the memories hung over her like a weight. Each was light enough to bear on its own, but combined, they could make it difficult to even walk up the stairs. And yet, she wouldn't trade them away for anything. Their existence made this house, this life, a place she had fought for and won. A place where she belonged.