3,968 Quotes About Grief

I hated her that day. I didn't care how upset she was about her mother, I really hated her, and I wanted her to leave. I wondered if this was how my father felt when I threw all those temper tantrums. Maybe he hated me for a while.

People assume that because I'm clergy that I'm soft on religion or at least my own beliefs. They do not know how many times my beliefs have changed both before I was clergy or during because of scientific rigour. After my son's death, I almost left. The scientific point of view kept me sane.

Every morning I wake up to perform my one and only character. A Rising Phoenix in spite of it all.

Sometimes we need to go back to the grief, to that moment, and really dig into what happened, how we suffered, how we broke, before we can start putting the pieces back together and move forward.

Life is so utterly enraptured with beginnings that it can do little else than perpetually create space for them. And those spaces are what we call endings.

In a reverse way, sharing my mother's long, slow dying consumes my creative energy. I manage one angry and bitter story, and feel better for it, but most of me is involved in Mother's battle. Watching her slowly being snuffed out is the opposite of pregnancy, depleting instead of fulfilling: I am exhausted by conflict.

Loss of any sort should stir up emotion; if it doesn’t, it’s because we’ve trained ourselves to be numb. We’ve bought into the great societal lie that emotional and sensitive is bad, is shameful, is weak, and worse yet is unlike Him.

I lay down on the ground and stared at the taunting white clouds that seemed to be laughing at me. Mocking my existence. Letting me know that even hell could be beautiful; it just wouldn’t ever be satisfying.

Nothing is permanent in my mysterious world, even my moments of belief - Jenifer