3,968 Quotes About Grief

was it scripted by God or I am playing with my life.

Pain too much to handle also comes with exquisite beauty, as common as dirt, as unexpected as grace.

Mijn vader huilde nooit. Als hij bedroefd was, liep hij naar de tempel van de onbekende heilige. Daar knielde hij naast het graf, tikte zachtjes met een steentje tegen de grafsteen, praatte met de heilige en als hij zich weer beter voelde, wandelde hij terug naar huis.

Love is circumstantial; we can love anyone if need be; and losing the one we love is the singular catastrophe. Time does not heal it. Every present moment yearns for even the roughest past.

Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.

The very first Easter taught us this: that life never ends and love never dies.

I ... am left with the lingering feeling that the places we go in our minds to find comfort have little to do with where our bodies go.

And she knows then that she was right about her brother, that it takes an unbelievable strength to feel this kind of grief, and she doesn't know if she can handle it, because it really hurts, hurts her more than the razor ever could.

How can she explain to him that every tear takes her further and further away from the box of razors that lies between them. How can she explain that she is terrified of such a thing happening. That although she thought she wanted freedom from her implements, she doesn't know if she can handle what she's experiencing now. That she wants to know that she is still in charge of her grief. That her blades have always done her bidding.