3,968 Quotes About Grief

When I met your mother, it felt like she'd filled a small piece of the hole that Tony'd left behind. Certainly, her love took the edges off his loss a bit. It was like bubble wrap in a way. Keeping him safe and settled within me, the sharpness gone. But as mad as it sounds, I sort of resented her for robbing that little bit of him from me.

Does it ever stop hurting?” she asked.His green eyes glinted. “No. It never stops hurting. Grief is a knife blade. In time the sharpest edges may grow dull. And your heart may learn to beat around it. But the blade cannot be pulled out. It reshapes you on the inside. You can be whole again. But you cannot ever be the same.

He can't say what he wants to say. There are no words invented yet.

The harder it is to say goodbye to somebody...the luckier you are to have met somebody you are going to miss.

The crumbling under the ‘cold corpse’The deadness of ‘mortal separation’The moaning wails of ‘mourning’The push to ‘perform rituals’The spectacle of ‘sorrow’The goriness of ‘grief’AndThe ‘mercilessness’ of the ‘merciful’Who knows … ‘what’ and ‘why’ Who would ever want to know(Page 34)

It's... mostly fine," Wallace admits, getting too close to the bone. He doesn't want to go back over the thing about how grief can feel diffuse and dense all at once, like a flock of birds in the sky. He doesn't want to get into it. He can taste dirt on his lips and in his mouth, granular and salty.

Hope is not logical. It always comes as a surprise, just when you think all hope is lost. Hope is the cousin to grief, and both take time: you can’t short-circuit grief, or emptiness, and you can’t patch it up with your bicycle tire tube kit. You have to take the next right action.

He is already on his way back to me. I know it. I can feel it. Yet I’m not comforted by this knowledge, not at all. I can’t imagine how I am going to manage without Bao. I don’t want to manage without him. I don’t want to live without him.

So there is light but only if you can see past the pain,