3,968 Quotes About Grief

If hot red is for anger and rage, pink is the color of a soft burning – hot enough to light up the dark corners of sadness and grief, but cool enough to be tender, innocent, open.

Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate.

For, as quick to hear her sobbing as she had been to hear her sister's faintest whisper, her mother came to comfort her, not with words only, but the patient tenderness that soothes by a touch, tears that were mute reminders of a greater grief than Jo's, and broken whispers, more eloquent than prayers, because hopeful resignation went hand-in-hand with natural sorrow.

I squeezed his hand, so tight it likely pained him. But sometimes comfort needed to sting more than the sorrow for it to break into the grief.

Lincoln sits on the chair and removes his shoes. Then he climbs in bed beside his mother, who does not respond.Jason hopes no one comes in and tells Lincoln to get off the bed. Because he would have to kill that person.He sits in the chair and watches as Lincoln touches his mother's hand, then holds it."The puppy has a name," he tells her.Nothing.Lincoln moves closer to Abby and closes his eyes.

There’s nothing the dead can tell you that the living can’t,” he’d said to me. “World is indifferent to your feelings. World has no responsibility and no reasons why a serial killer can randomly create orphans and then disappear, and no antipathy for assholes who get drunk and kill, then go free a couple of years later. You gotta look for joy, not reasons and explanations.

Respect your needs and limitations as you work through your grief and begin to heal

Suffering; impossibility of being comfortable anywhere; oppression, irritations and remorse one after the next, everything under the sign "wretchedness of man," used by Pascal.

… I've got to believeMy grief will end. I can’t see myself,I speak in panic outside a Malibu fishCounter, Pacific slippery as bed silk.My friend says she sees me anyway,Feeds me cold tinned juice. You’re rightHere. She's laughing as motorcycles roarPast as chrome American hog dazzlers.I’ll sing the worlds ‘til you remember them.