3,968 Quotes About Grief

My father died suddenly, but also across the years. He was still dying, really—which meant I guess that he was still living, too.

I expected better of two creatures who were given minds: if not that you would actually care for each otherat least that you would understandgrief is distributedbetween you, among all your kind

... Now to die of griefwould mean, I'm afraid, to die belatedly, while latecomersare unwelcome, particularly in the future. ...

We’ve run out of comforting things to say.

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?

I don't want to die anymore. I am up to the challenge of bearing the guilt and the grief up to facing the difficulties that life has put in my path. Some days are harder than others, but I am ready to live each one of them. I can't sacrifice myself this time.

You always hear all these statements like "Freedom isn't free." You hear the President talking about all these people making sacrifices. But you never really know until you carry one of them in a casket. When you feel their bodyweight. When you feel them. That's when you know. That's when you understand.

At home that night, I was working on my mythology report when Phoebe called. She was whispering. When she went downstairs to say goodnight to her father, he was sitting in his favorite chair staring at the television, but the television wasn't on. If she did not know her father any better, she would have thought he had been crying. 'But my father never cries,' she said.But my father never cries.

Last of his toothpaste, last of his Wheat Chex, last of his 5-Quick-Cinnamon-Rolls-With-Icing, hisPop Secret Microwave Pop-corn, his Deluxe Fudge Brownie Mix next to myCasbah Nutted Pilaf on the sparsershelf, I'm using it all up. Chanting: he'd-want-me-to-he'd-want-me-to. To consume loss like a hydra-headedmeal of would-have-dones accompanied bymissed-shared-delight. What can I tell you?