3,968 Quotes About Grief

When Achilles heard this he sank into the black depths of despair. He picked up the dark dust in both his hands and poured it on his head...he cast himself down on the earth and lay there like a fallen giant, fouling his hair and tearing it out with his own hands...[the maidservants] beat their breasts with their hands and sank to the ground beside their royal master.

I'd thought missing my dad would be the hardest thing I'd ever do. But the worst thing, the hardest thing, had turned out to be being angry with someone you couldn't fight it out with.

There's nothing to do. You've been in the business long enough to understand grief. That's the awful thing: there is nothing to do but go on. You don't want to, you don't want to leave the loved one behind, but you do. Death's taught you that much at least.

I sat outside in the hall. Everything was gone inside of me. I did not think. I could not think. I knew she was going to die and I prayed that she would not. Don’t let her die. Oh, God, please don’t let her die. I’ll do anything for you if you won’t let her die. Please, please, please dear God, don’t let her die. . . . You took the baby but don’t let her die. That was all right but don’t let her die. Please, please, dear God, don’t let her die.

We are only as immenseas what we surrender.

I feel like I should be over it by now," he says. "Everyone else has forgotten about the flight. Mostly, anyway. But I feel like I still think about it all the time." ... "What happened is baked into your bones, Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

How do I feel? I feel like saying nothing but “I am sorry” and “I love you”—it is all that really seems necessary.How do I feel? I feel like throwing away anything that would remind you of me, any trace that I was here. I feel like crawling under the sheets with my books around me on the bed, and just staying there.

We abandon the dead. We abandon them.

There is nowhere to go but on.