3,968 Quotes About Grief

Why do people feel better when they blame someone? I don’t know. Maybe it just feels better to be angry than to be sad.

Where are you?" I wheeze into the floor. "Where did you go?

No sapient could sustain happiness all of the time, just as no one could live permanently within anger, or boredom, or grief.

His suppressed grief becomes anger. But what can he do with anger? It must also be suppressed.

I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There is a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling - somewhere between diarrhoea and sex - this grief that is almost genital.

Grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

He'd wanted to - he didn't know. Break bottles. Break windows, crash cars. Burn down the world. Find solace at the bottom of countless more bottles of wine, this time consumed in solitude. In the end he did none of these things; while he knew the shapes and forms of rage and grief, he had, in truth, nothing more than gentleness inside to sustain him.

And in it all, the sensation of shaking my fists at the sky, shaking my fists high up to the sky, because that is what we do when someone dies too early, too beautiful, too undervalued by the world, or sometimes just at all -- we shake our fists at the big, beautiful, indifferent sky, and the anger is righteous and strong and helpless and huge. I shook and I shook, and I put all of it into the dress.

She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead.